Skip to main content

Sleeping With The Bible Under My Pillow - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time not far back in time at all, there lived a little girl named Suzie. She was 9 years old and she had nice Christian parents.
   Suzie had been having nightmares but for some reason she didn’t talk to her parents about it. She talked to her friend about it and her friend told her the solution would be for her to sleep with the bible under her pillow. Suzie asked other friends of hers about it and they all agreed that that would be the solution. A couple of them told Suzie that they used to have bad dreams too but ever since they began sleeping with the bible under their pillow the bad dreams went away.
   Suzie decided to sleep with the bible under her pillow that night. She ended up still having nightmares. Maybe she did something wrong, she thought. Maybe next time she would face the bible in the opposite direction then put her pillow on top of it and when she sleeps she wouldn’t have nightmares.
   That night she did as she had planned but she still had nightmares.
   We wondered what was wrong.
   She decided that the following night she would try getting all the bibles in the house and stacking them under her pillow before she goes to sleep. But after she stacked all the bibles in the house under her pillow her Mum who loves to read the bible regularly caught her. She asked Suzie what in the world she taught she was doing.
   Suzie told her Mum everything.
   Her Mum told her that she should have come to her first and not gone to her friends first. Parents are there for you – to guide you – to help you – to give you lots of love and lots of great advice. Those are some of the things that parents are for. Those are things you should never doubt that good parent delight in.
   Suzie’s Mum said that sleeping with a bible under your pillow won’t keep you from having nightmares but praying before you sleep would do that. You would also have to read the word of God often because the word of God produces faith. As it written, faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the word of God.(Romans 10: 17)
   When you fill your heart with the word of God, you fill your heart with faith and you create an environment within your heart & soul that is in-conducive for fear or bad dreams.
   Suzie heeded her mother’s advice so she prayed that night before going to bed and she had no bible underneath her pillow. She still had nightmares that night, but over time as she read the bible more during the day and remembered to pray before she went to bed the nightmares totally went away.
   Now Suzie is one happy nightmare free Christian girl. Hurray!!!


Most Popular Posts In The Last 7 Days:

Our Boys In Blue - a poem by Alfred

Through Cold or Heat, Through Strength or Pain/
They Carry our Troubles, All Night, All Day/
They Risk their Future, To Keep us Safe/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police, No one would be Safe/
Bodies would paint the Street like Syria Today/
After the West played Chess and won the Game/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
We owe our Lives to Our Boys In Blue/
They carry the weight of the Red, White, and Blue/
And make it a Nation all Nations come to/
Have you said Thanks, To a Cop today?/

Why You Should Share This Post:  Because unlike some people, we Love & Respect those who risk their lives for us everyday.

* 🙋 What Would You Like Me To Write A Poem About Next? Please Leave A Comment.

Rather Than Hate The Rich, Become Rich - a poem by Alfred

Crucify the Rich, Burn them at the Stake/
Punish them for succeeding, where the rest of us has failed/
Their Remote controls the State like the TV channels they made/
Only 1 per cent are safe, 99 per cent are slaves/
Occupy the 1 per cent, Hello to Project Eliminate/
We don't need rich people in the world, walk 'em to their grave/
Like Marie Antoinette, and then We Would Eat Cake/
All Rich People are Evil, Greedy, and Really Vain/
Away with Rich people, Let us dig their graves/
They plan to dig ours, I can see it in their ways/
Who needs the Rich to build Banks, Skyscrapers, and Planes/
Who needs the Rich to build Rockets to take us to Outer Space/
Wealth can't create more jobs than poverty makes/
Poverty is what this country needs, take wealth away/
Destroy the Rich to make the world a better place/
I hate Rich people, even though I work all day/
I'm sure it's no so I could be Rich some day/
And if I get Rich I would give it all away/
Because I hate Riches, I'…

Sunday Morning Blues - a poem by Alfred

The Sun rays slowly crawls through my window/
It kisses my closed eyelids with Gusto/
My eyes roll open like a hand of Ludo/
I stretch Good Morning like I'm practising Judo/
I Growl like a Lion on a half empty stomach/
I praise the God who gave me Life with No Buts/
The Sunday Morning air beats all Pizza Huts/
Fancy trying to put Happiness in a Box/
I Decrease the weight of my cereal box/
Church Bells ring, Christianity Walks/
It's a day we all remember our Christian Walk/
Even radios remember and play Gospel Songs/
I hear no fighting or quarreling behind closed doors/
Yelp, it's Sunday alright, even when it pours/
There's something about Sundays that always oozes joy/
A Day of Rest, A Day of worshipping God/
Sunday Morning Blues stretches beyond the church/
Rejoice in the Lord whether or not you go to church/
But don't forsake Spiritual Growth, you'll grow in Joy/
And the Sunday Morning Blues won't leave Monday Morn'/

Why You Should Share This Post: