Molly the Meadow Mouse Learns Jesus Loves Her
By Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller
Moral
of the Story
Jesus’ love is not something we earn
by being big, brave, or important. It is given freely because we belong to Him.
Even the smallest and quietest among us are loved completely by God, who made
each of us for a reason. When we remember that Jesus loves us, we can find the courage to face our fears and the kindness to help others. His love gives us
strength when we feel weak and hope when we feel alone. We are not defined by
our size, our mistakes, or our abilities, but by the love of Jesus that lives
in our hearts. Every time we sing “Yes, Jesus loves me,” we remind ourselves
that His love is everlasting and unshakable.
The meadow was alive with summer
sounds. Bees hummed, crickets chirped, and soft blades of grass swayed in the
breeze. Beneath a wildflower bush lived a tiny mouse named Molly.
Molly was smaller than the other
animals. The rabbits could hop high, the squirrels could climb tall trees, and
the bluebirds could soar across the open sky. Molly tried to join their games,
but her little legs could not run as fast, and her voice was often too soft to
be heard.
Sometimes she sat alone by the
stream, watching her reflection ripple in the water. “Why did God make me so
small?” she whispered. “I cannot run fast, jump high, or sing loudly like the
others.”
One Sunday afternoon, while
wandering near the edge of the meadow, Molly heard something new. Across the
fence, a group of children sat outside an old wooden church, singing together.
Their voices floated gently across the field, clear and sweet:
🎵 Jesus loves me! This I know.
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong. 🎵
Molly’s ears perked up. She listened
closely, her little heart pounding. “Little ones to Him belong?” she whispered.
“That sounds like me. Could it be true that Jesus loves even the littlest of
all?”
That night, as fireflies danced
above the meadow, Molly looked up at the stars and prayed softly for the first
time. “Dear Jesus,” she said, “if You love me like the song says, please help
me feel it in my heart.”
The next morning, the sky turned
gray. The wind blew hard, and dark clouds gathered above the meadow. Thunder
rumbled, and soon rain began to fall. Streams of water rushed through the
grass, and puddles turned to pools.
Molly hurried toward her burrow when
she heard frightened squeaks near the riverbank. A group of tiny field mice
were trapped inside a hollow log. The river was rising fast.
“Help!” one cried. “We cannot get
out!”
Molly’s heart raced. She looked
around, but none of the larger animals were nearby. The rabbits were in their
burrows, and the birds had flown to safety. She was the only one close enough
to reach them.
“I am too small,” she thought for a
moment. “What can I do?”
Then the song echoed in her mind:
They are weak, but He is strong.
Molly took a deep breath. “If Jesus
loves me,” she whispered, “He will help me be brave.”
She darted through the rain-soaked
grass toward the log. The water was cold and rising quickly. “Hold on!” she
called. “I am coming!”
The frightened mice poked their
heads out, shivering. “Molly! The water is too deep!”
“Follow me,” she said with courage
she had never felt before. “Stay close to my light-colored fur so you can see
me.”
One by one, the little mice climbed
out and followed her. Molly led them carefully across slippery rocks and
through the tall grass until they reached a big oak tree on higher ground.
“Climb up here,” she said, helping
each one find a safe spot among the roots.
When the last mouse was safe, Molly
looked up through the rain and smiled. “Thank you, Jesus,” she whispered. “You
made me small, but You made me strong enough.”
As the storm passed, a rainbow
appeared over the meadow. The air sparkled with drops of water, and the sun
peeked out from behind the clouds. The rescued mice gathered around Molly.
“You saved us,” one said. “We
thought we would never make it.”
Molly’s cheeks blushed pink. “I did
not do it alone,” she said. “Jesus helped me. He loves me, and that made me
brave.”
That evening, as the meadow dried
and the stars began to shine, Molly sat near her burrow and hummed softly:
🎵 Jesus loves me! This I know.
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong. 🎵
She smiled and looked toward the
church in the distance. The world seemed brighter now, and her heart felt full
of peace.
From that day forward, whenever the
sky darkened or the wind began to howl, Molly remembered those words and sang
them aloud. She knew she never had to be afraid again, because Jesus loved her,
small, quiet, and exactly as He made her.
Poem
When the world feels big, and you
feel small,
Remember, Jesus loves us all.
He knows your name; He knows your heart.
And loves you just the way you are.
So trust His strength when you feel weak,
For love like His is what we seek.
Each time you sing, your faith will grow.
Because Jesus loves you, this you know.
Questions
for Thought
1. What made Molly feel small and
unimportant in the beginning?
2. How did remembering that Jesus loved
her help her be brave during the storm?
3. When can you sing “Jesus Loves Me”
to remind yourself of God’s love and strength?
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