Friday, May 23, 2025

Benny the Bunny’s Big Prayers - A Children's Story

Benny the Bunny’s Big Prayers

Trust that God hears and answers prayers
By Bill Conley

Moral to the Story:
God hears every prayer, even the small ones.
Sometimes he answers right away.
Sometimes he surprises us with something even better.
But he always listens when we pray.

Benny was a soft, fluffy bunny with droopy ears, bright eyes, and a gentle heart. He lived in a neat little burrow beneath the roots of a willow tree, just beyond Maple Meadow. Benny loved carrots, clover tea, and—most of all—his quiet talks with God.

Every morning, Benny hopped out of bed, stretched his legs, and said a little prayer.

“Good morning, God! Thank you for today. Help me be kind, and please let me find a juicy carrot!”

That was Benny—simple, cheerful, and full of faith.

One morning, Benny couldn’t find his favorite red ball. He looked under his bed. He looked in the garden. He even checked his sock drawer (even though bunnies don’t wear socks).

“No ball,” he sighed.

Benny sat under the big daisy bush where he often prayed. He folded his paws and whispered, “Dear God, please help me find my red ball. I miss it. Thank You. Amen.”

A few minutes later, as he was hopping past the birdbath, he noticed something shiny behind it.

His red ball!

It had rolled all the way down the hill and gotten stuck behind a bush. Benny giggled with joy. “Thank you, God!” he said out loud, hugging the ball close.

That day, Benny learned that God listens—even to prayers about lost toys.

Later that week, Benny wanted to play with his friend Penny the Porcupine. But when he knocked on her log house, her mom said, “Penny is feeling sad today and doesn’t want to play.”

Benny’s ears drooped. He shuffled back home.

That night before bed, he knelt beside his cozy blanket and whispered, “Dear God, please help Penny feel happy again. I love playing with her. Amen.”

The next day, Penny came knocking on his door with a big smile and a basket of pinecone muffins.

“I feel better today,” she said. “Wanna play hop-and-roll?”

Benny smiled so big his cheeks puffed up. He had prayed, and God had helped Penny.

One afternoon, Benny noticed something strange. The sun was shining, but the air felt too warm and sticky. All the flowers in the meadow were drooping. Even the bees were too tired to buzz.

The grass was turning yellow.

“There hasn’t been rain in a long time,” Mama Bunny said, looking worried. “The garden needs water, or we won’t have enough food next week.”

Benny blinked. No garden? No carrots?

He ran to the daisy bush, dropped to his knees, and prayed.

“Dear God, we really need rain. Not just for our garden, but for the flowers, the trees, and the bees. Please send a little rain soon. Amen.”

That night, Benny looked up at the stars and wondered if God had heard.

The next morning, he awoke to the sound of drip... drip... splatter!

Rain!

Not a storm, not thunder—just gentle raindrops soaking into the thirsty ground.

Benny raced outside, twirled in the puddles, and said, “Thank you, God!”

One day, Benny prayed something different. Something he wasn’t sure God would answer.

“God,” he said, “I want to learn how to whistle.”

He had tried so many times, puffing out air between his buck teeth, but it never worked. He watched the birds do it all day long and wished he could too.

“I know it’s a silly prayer,” he whispered, “but I really want to learn. Amen.”

Days passed. Benny kept practicing. Pfffffft. Pfffft. Nothing.

But then one afternoon, while hopping home from Lily Pond, he tried again—and out came a little tweet!

He froze. “Did I just whistle?”

He tried again. Tweet!

He danced with joy.

“God! You even helped with that!”

As the seasons changed, Benny kept praying—sometimes for things big, sometimes small. And he always remembered to say thank you.

When his baby sister Bunny Lou finally stopped crying at night, he thanked God for helping Mama sleep.

When his daffodils bloomed early, he thanked God for color.

When he found a shiny button in the grass and gave it to a friend who had lost one, he whispered, “Thanks for helping me help.”

Benny knew not every prayer was answered the way he hoped. Sometimes it took time. Sometimes things happened differently than he imagined.

But he had learned something important.

God always heard him.

And he always cared.

Moral Poem:
When your heart feels light or blue,
Say a prayer—God’s close to you.
He listens softly to every call,
Whether it’s big or very small.

 

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