Toddler Bible Lessons – Week 2: Noah

Whoever Trusts in the Lord is Safe

Welcome to my Toddler Bible Lessons! I have been a teacher in public schools for 12 years and have taught a wide variety of subjects (gifted and talented, reading, writing, math, science, social studies, music, crochet) and ages (K-8). I recently decided to quit teaching in the classroom for the time being to be at home full-time with my now 16 month old daughter. It was a hard decision to make because I love teaching so much. I am a teacher at heart, and it felt like I was having to give up part of myself. But then I realized that I’m not quitting teaching – I’m transitioning to a different sort of teaching. And it has been such a blessing! I started preparing and teaching Katelyn some lessons (fun activities and also Bible lessons), and even though she was only 15 months at the time, I was impressed with how much fun it was for me – and how much she was learning!

I discovered a toddler Bible curriculum about creation online (https://missionbibleclass.org/how-to-plan-a-bible-class/age-groups/infants-and-toddlers-0-2-year-olds/) and adapted it to a 5 lessons per week at-home curriculum (if you’re interested in this, contact me). We just finished that, and it encouraged me and excited me to create my own toddler Bible curriculum. So here it is! I’m using the Say & Pray Baby Bible (https://www.amazon.com/Say-Pray-Bible-Stories-Prayers/dp/0718036573) as a basic guide for the stories and weekly verse and supplementing with my own summary of each story and fun activities I either create or find online (adapted to the theme of each story).

Each week there is a verse, an opening song, a Bible song, a Bible reading, and a closing prayer that are meant to be repeated each day of the lesson. Then there is a flow of the story covering 5 days. If you are reading this and have a toddler, I hope you will be able to use some of these ideas at home with your own kids to teach and train them in some important Biblical truths found in Scripture. I know for me, teaching deep truths of Scripture helps it to come alive for myself as well!

  • To see the Weekly Routines for this first week of lessons, click on page 2 of this post below
  • Day 1 Lesson and Activities, continue to page 3 of this post
  • Day 2 Lesson and Activities – page 4
  • Day 3 Lesson and Activities – page 5
  • Day 4 Lesson and Activities – page 6
  • Day 5 Lesson and Activities – page 7
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Becoming “Mamam”

I thought I’d become a mother the day my baby was born. It isn’t so. Mothers join the ranks slowly, gradually, one caress, one diaper, one feeding at a time. And then one day we look down, and there they are: the hands of a mother, gently and with enormous strength doing the most important work on earth.” –Laura (The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding)

I found out I was pregnant with our daughter at the end of June 2018. It was a day of celebration for us. After an early miscarriage followed by sixteen more months of waiting, God was finally blessing us with our precious baby. Though I had been nervous about the pregnancy, it progressed smoothly (aside from high blood pressure off and on), and I made it through the 37 weeks pretty easily. On February 20, 2019, we met our beautiful daughter! Katelyn Valentine. I loved our sweet and tiny bundle from the moment I saw her perfect little face.

I thought I was as prepared as I possibly could be for this new role I was entering. After all: I have babysat all ages of kids, I’ve worked in the nursery, at age ten I helped care for my newborn brother, I’m a teacher, and I love babies. As a young girl through my teen years, I was always the first to hold the newest baby at church. After college when all my friends started having kids, I would readily offer to hold their babies. I would snuggle them close and bounce them. Everyone always said I had “the touch.” Babies were calm when I held them, and they nearly always fell asleep in my arms.

But I was not prepared for motherhood. For I had not dealt with sleepless nights. I had not breastfed a baby before. I had not had to make so many decisions in a sleep deprived state. I had not had to interpret every cry to figure out what she needed. For the first six months of her life, Katelyn would cry inconsolably. No matter how we tried to comfort her, it didn’t work. She hated being rocked. Putting her to sleep at night would sometimes take hours and was ridden with screaming. She was sensitive, colicky, and suffered from silent reflux. Bringing her out in public was embarrassing, so I felt stuck at home alone with her a lot. I was quickly worn down, and the theme of my motherhood became: I have no idea what I am doing. For years I had soothed everyone else’s babies, but I could not comfort my own. I felt humbled, lost, discouraged, and helpless.

Things did start to improve as Katelyn got a little older. At five months old, we discovered her silent reflux and got her on a medication that made a huge difference. By six months old, she could roll over and was starting to sit up on her own. At seven months, she was learning to be silly and would giggle and laugh at “jokes.” Her colic was disappearing, and she outgrew the reflux by nine months. But I was still not the mom I wanted to be. My patience would run thin when I had to nurse Katelyn 3-4 times at bedtime before she would stay asleep for the night. My selfishness would butt heads with compassion after days of teething, night wakings, and interrupted naps. My attitude was one of complaining, and I would melt down with frustration and anger that I didn’t know was there. Motherhood requires humble sacrifice that doesn’t come naturally, and negativity was taking over my life.

…Until I began a journey of gratitude: a daily search for “Thankful MOMents,” as I decided to call them. Instead of dwelling on the difficult, stressful moments that are nearly always there, I began to slow down and delight in small, special things:

  • Katelyn will reach for me and say, “Mamam” – what a precious name she has given me!
  • I noticed that she points to stars anywhere and everywhere she can find them – on the pages of books and in shape toys.
  • She likes to toss things over her shoulder, and I found a yogurt melt stuck to the back of her sleeper after breakfast one morning. Made me giggle.
  • She has an adorable little bounce she does as she enjoys a snack.
  • I started to recognize that she was getting tired for a nap when she stops her play, crawls over to me, and reaches up to give me a big hug.
  • One night at almost eleven months old, Katelyn didn’t want to nurse for bed. She kept turning her head away. Then she sat up and pointed at her crib. So I put her in there, and she fell asleep on her own! She is learning to communicate.
  • She absolutely loves cuties (clementines). She literally bangs her tray and points and grunts as I’m cutting it up for her and devours it by the time I’m ready with the next batch.
  • I know all the places where her skin gets the driest and lotion her up to keep her skin nice.
  • I notice how Steve carefully helps her turn around and go down the stairs backwards and watch with a smile as he interacts with her, teaches her new things, snuggles with her, and sings to her.
  • It was the most precious memory of the Christmas season getting to see Katelyn come up with the other kids on Christmas Eve and play a jingle bell during the song. She smiled and shook that jingle bell with her entire arm the whole time. Made my night watching her from the stage.
  • I smile as I watch how excited Katelyn gets in seeing her stuffed puppy, squealing and hugging it close.
  • Standing in her room the night before Valentine’s Day, I told Katelyn I had a special Valentine sleeper for her to wear. She whipped her head around and started pointing to her middle name, Valentine, on her bedroom wall. Steve has shown her that special name sign in her room and has read it for her. She recognized her middle name and remembered that the sign says Valentine!

Documenting my “Thankful MOMents” began to transform my mindset. I found myself enjoying my time nursing Katelyn for bed. I found myself singing to her more, praying with her, reciting verses to her. I found myself giving up my own time if I sensed that she really needed me. I found myself smiling and laughing more. I found joy and delight in the daily gifts of life. I found myself enjoying Katelyn’s new stages and development. I found myself fully present in the day. I found myself enjoying motherhood. Of course there are still frustrations, bad attitudes, and bad days. There’s still anger, discouragement, and mistakes. But counting the special moments is like counting shimmering stars against a the backdrop of a dark sky.

Katelyn will be one year old this week. Everyone always says that the year went so fast. For me, it didn’t. It was a hard year with many growing pains. But looking back on the year, I can see so much change – in Katelyn and in myself. Difficult change, but beautiful change. I can see where I started – helpless, just like Katelyn as a newborn baby. And I can see where I am now – growing into this role God has given me. Becoming “Mamam.”

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Motherhood Beginnings: One Hard Day

Yesterday was a hard day. Steve had to get up before 7 to leave early for work because he had a meeting from 8 am to 1 pm. Which also meant I couldn’t call to talk to him until late in the day. Plus, because we knew he had to get up early, I had handled bedtime all by myself the night before and had tried my best not to bother him in the night.

Katelyn did great at King Soopers in the Moby wrap yesterday morning, but the day went downhill when we got home. She was fussy and would just SCREAM. And anything I tried to calm her down only worked for about 30 minutes. I desperately wanted a nap, but all I got was a half-asleep 30 minutes with her restlessly snoozing in her bassinet beside me, awakened by her suddenly screaming. Her fussiness continued all afternoon and all evening. I rocked her with music, put her in the vibrating bouncer, carried her in the Moby wrap, played piano with her… still the fussiness. It took Steve and me 2 1/2 hours to get her to sleep at bedtime — breastfeeding, changing, dressing for bed, swaddling, rocking, bottle, unswaddling, changing, breastfeeding. But once she was asleep, she slept for 4 hours between both feedings!

She was happy this morning, which was fun because it’s her one month birthday! I dressed her all cute to take some pictures. Then she was worn out and slept for an hour. I showered just as she was stirring and getting fussy. She’s had three huge poopie diapers today and was so happy to get clean diapers. After I fed her, she fell asleep. (And no spit up! On Sunday into Monday we had some bouts with her over-eating for comfort and then throwing up a ton all day.) I laid down and fell asleep myself — and we slept for two solid hours!!! What a blessing! And then Steve called and I got to talk to him. ❤️

I’m writing this down to remind myself that every day is different. Just because there’s one hard day — or some hard moments — doesn’t mean it will always be that way.

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Welcome

I boxed up my classroom today. Year 2 of teaching K-5 music with the Cherry Creek Options program is complete! (Except for field days and our teacher work day.) It’s been a fun adventure the past two years surrounded by the Denver Tech Center, but I’m definitely looking forward to our new building. No more 30 minute drive across to I-25, no more crazy quick turn just past the I-25 interchange to turn into the parking lot, no more old falling-apart building, no more light rail whirring past as I walk to or from my car in the parking lot (that one’s not a bad thing – actually made it feel fun teaching in the big city ;). Now I will only have to drive 15 minutes, and we will have a new building with, I think, a quieter surrounding atmosphere.

After I finished sealing the last box full of musical instruments today, I stepped outside my classroom and realized that I had forgotten to take down my Welcome sign. As I started pulling the staples from the wall being careful not to rip the poster more than it already is, I was brought back to a time when this poster was brand new and I was hanging it for the first time. It was August of 2008, nearly 10 years ago now, and I had just gotten my very first teaching job only a few days before the first day of school…

A mere 4 days after I accepted the job, I would be teaching my first classes of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders at North Valley Middle School in the small town of LaSalle, CO. Talk about diving in head first. And middle school wasn’t even what I wanted! I had a degree in Elementary Education. But this is the job God provided for me, so I was running with it.

After a morning of staff orientation at the district’s only high school in Gilcrest, I headed to the middle school so I could start setting up my room. One of the secretaries brought me to a very old building sitting right next to the main school building. I followed her up the stairs to my very first classroom. As I stepped into the room, the floor creaked. The building was so old-fashioned, I felt like a pioneer schoolteacher who had just arrived from far away to an uncertain teaching situation. The desks and bookshelves were covered with dust, and books were stacked in disheveled piles. The secretary gave me three keys—one to the main school building, one to my building, and one to my room—and left me to organize the mess.

There was so much stuff to organize and so little time. I was given no curriculum to teach from, only a bunch of supplementary materials. I was told that the previous teacher taught units to the students—one for each subject throughout the year. So as I went through the classroom materials, I categorized them according to subject. Anything I did not know what to do with, I took into the side room, that was also mine to use. In order to keep myself from being overwhelmed, I only focused on what I knew I could use right away. Everything else I would learn about later.

Being a brand new teacher, I had very little to decorate my classroom with. Of course all of education major friends and I were excited about the prospect of having our own classrooms when we got a job, so I had been to “the teacher store” a handful of times. I had purchased a few things that I thought I could use in any elementary grade level, and I had also been gifted with some elementary teaching items. So I hurriedly grabbed a Welcome sign from my measly pile of things and stapled it next to the entrance of my classroom. The sign stood out as a bright spot in the old building, and I hoped it would signal to my students that they were welcome, not only in my classroom, but in my heart as well. After all, the most important thing to me in teaching is the relationship I have with my students. I didn’t need any more decorative fluff than I had to accomplish what I considered most important. And I learned to love those middle school kids, tough as they sometimes were!

When I did eventually move to a 5th grade position (and then 4th grade) at Platteville Elementary School, that Welcome sign traveled with me. I wasn’t able to hang it outside my classroom this time, but it was placed right next to my desk, up front by the bulletin board. Stepping into this particular elementary teaching position automatically provided me with an abundance of posters and decorations since the teacher leaving was no longer planning to teach. But my very first Welcome poster remained year after year with each new class full of students whom I wholeheartedly welcomed into my life.

That poster followed me to Denver two years ago when I got married and moved to a different kind of position – teaching music and violin to K-5 homeschool students. Once again I’ve established myself, this time as Mrs. Turner, welcoming each student that is placed in one of my music classes.

And now I’ve taken the Welcome poster down for another move, to another new classroom. A new place awaiting me to welcome familiar and new students week after week, as the Lord continues to use me as a teacher in the lives of those He places in my care.

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Perseverance that Deepens Our Trust in God

Perseverance comes from the Greek word hypomone, meaning “to remain under” and is sometimes translated “patience.” Learning patience is difficult, but important, in our walk of faith. Throughout our lives, the Lord lovingly places us in various trials and tribulations, situations that squeeze and press us. Lovingly?! you may ask. Yes, lovingly. For you see, trials and tribulations are spiritual classrooms for us – places where we are stretched, so that our faith in Jesus grows deeper and is refined. Our earthly difficulties are not without purpose. James 1:2-3 says to, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.” And Romans 5:3-4 tells us to, “exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope.”

There are many different types of trials, but waiting seems to be a theme in my own life. Thus, the story of Abraham and Sarah’s waiting for the fulfillment of their promised heir is especially encouraging and refreshing for me. There is much we can learn from examples of the faith of those who have come before us.

Romans 4:20 tells us that “with respect to the promise of God, Abraham did not waver in unbelief but grew strong in faith, giving glory to God,” yet when we take a look at the account of Abraham’s life in Genesis, we can see what appears to be faltering or wavering faith. However, the word waver in the original text means “to separate belief from one’s mind.” This is God’s way of giving us insight into the heart of Abraham’s faith; though he may have wondered how and when God would fulfill His promises, Abraham never separated belief completely from his mind. He didn’t doubt that God could do the things He had promised. What faith to stand upon!

Abram was 75 when God first called him and gave him the promise that He would make Abram into a great nation (Genesis 12:1-9). As with many of us at the beginning of a journey, Abram was excited. He obeyed God immediately, and he worshiped God often. But as time wore on – 11 years – fear and doubt began to spring up in Abram’s heart (Genesis 15). He and Sarai were childless; how could he become the Father of a great nation without an heir? God responds to Abram’s fear with His comfort. God reminds Abram of His promises and gives him a covenant.

Sarai also had doubts rising up in her heart, and she allowed them to take root and grow into action (Genesis 16). Maybe God needed some help. Since she couldn’t see or understand how God was going to fulfill His promise to them, after waiting for 15 years now, Sarai tried to make it “work out” in her own plan – she gave her servant Hagar to Abram, and Hagar conceived and bore a son, Ishmael. But this was not the Lord’s fulfillment.

Even through this impatient, “controlling” action that both Sarai and Abram displayed, God continued to comfort, encourage, and remind them of His promises. He blessed them and changed their names, Abram to Abraham “father of a multitude” and Sarai to Sarah “princess” (Genesis 17). God’s promise never changed, even over decades of waiting. Yet Abraham and Sarah were in disbelief. They laughed because they saw God’s promise as impossible (Genesis 18:10-15). Sarah was too old, and her body was physically beyond fertility. It was too late. From a human perspective, it was impossible.

But, “In hope against hope [hope in God vs. hope in man], Abraham believed, so that he might become a father of many nations according to that which had been spoken, ‘So shall your descendants be.’ Without becoming weak in faith he contemplated [analyzed] his own body, now as good as dead since he was about a hundred years old, and the deadness of Sarah’s womb; yet, with respect to the promise of God, he did not waver in unbelief but grew strong in faith, giving glory to God, and being fully assured that what God had promised, He was able also to perform” (Romans 4:18-21).

Abraham analyzed the situation – BUT he gave greater weight to God’s promise than to his contemplating. As believers today, we have the entire Bible in addition to our own personal experience with the Lord to look back and see God’s character, His power, and His faithfulness. Abraham didn’t have nearly as much past to look upon, but he had enough evidence of God’s character to fully trust Him. Abraham had the example of Creation – God can make something from nothing. So when he looked at the “nothing” he and Sarah physically had in their bodies, he knew that God was able to provide for them.

And God did the “impossible.” With Abraham 100 years old (after TWENTY-FIVE YEARS of waiting!), Sarah bore Abraham a son (Genesis 21:1-7). The promise had been fulfilled, and it was right on time. Not a single moment of the waiting was wasted. God, in His perfect wisdom, had designed it, and He was stretching and molding the faith of Abraham and Sarah to make them more like Christ. He was developing perseverance in their hearts, which proved their character, and brought them to an eternal hope, the confidence of future fulfillment.

When we are in the spiritual classroom of a trial, we can feel helpless and impatient. We can doubt God’s ultimate purpose. We can try to understand what He is doing, or tell Him how we think things ought to be. We can try to figure out a solution on our own to “get out of” the uncomfortable pressing. We can allow our doubt to grow into rash actions that reveal the distrust in our hearts. But God is so much more powerful than the parameters of our physical world. He does not need to work in ways that are “possible” according to our understanding. In the midst of our trials, we can exult because of the confident hope we have in our glorious God.

So let us not waste the valuable time God has given us. While we are waiting for the perfect fulfillment of our own prayers, may we use each precious minute (which is lovingly planned for us) to trust this amazing God of ours and gain contented perseverance as we grow deeper in our walk by faith.

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Reading Scripture as a Married Couple

Reading Scripture is so very important! I’ve noticed that during times when I’m not consistently reading and studying the Bible, I do tend to slip and struggle more. Many of life’s struggles begin in our minds, and Scripture is the best way to renew our minds. “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect” (Romans 12:2).

Steve and I received this special Bible as a wedding gift. It’s unusual in that it’s a “reader version” – meaning that the verse numbers are not listed, and each chapter is in paragraph form so that it reads more like a novel. This makes it a difficult Bible to have at church (since you can’t pinpoint specific verses easily), and it doesn’t include any study notes. But it’s the perfect Bible for simply reading!

I had found this idea online somewhere – to document in the table of contents the dates that you finish reading a book of the Bible together as a married couple. We’ve been married just short of 2 years and have only finished 2 books so far – we’ve chosen longer chapters and have been very slow and inconsistent – but it’s always exciting to get to add a date in our table of contents! Just this morning we started the book of James. :)

Though it’s hard to make time for it regularly, I love the time Steve and I get to spend reading the Bible together. We get to share questions and insights as we renew our minds together. What a blessing to share this in marriage!

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He Knows

Isn’t it amazing how music can draw us back in time, making our memories feel as if they were just yesterday? Jeremy Camp’s song “He Knows” came on my worship playlist this afternoon, and as I let the words wash over me, they brought me back to a moment when I heard those words when I needed them most, a moment when time stood still.
All the bitter weary ways
Endless striving day by day
You barely have the strength to pray
In the valley low
It was a dreary morning at the end of February 2017. My husband Steve was driving us home from the doctor’s office where I had just gotten blood drawn for the second time that week. I was numb and scared. The blood test results would reveal whether or not we had lost our first baby. I was pretty sure we had, but there was still a small glimmer of hope that remained until we received confirmation from the doctor.
And how hard your fight has been
How deep the pain within
Wounds that no one else has seen
Hurts too much to show
It was a weird feeling, as I sensed that it might be just the two of us again. We had barely known about the pregnancy, but we had been overjoyed with expectation. God had answered our prayers, and we had gotten pregnant quickly. And already I had been calling our baby a “he.” Did you know that at conception a baby already has the genetic makeup that will determine the sex, physical appearance, intelligence, and personality of the baby? But could our little guy be gone so quickly? We hadn’t even gotten the chance to share the news with our families yet.
All the doubt you’re standing in between
And all the weight that brings you to your knees
Over the course of a few days I felt more helpless than I ever have before. I knew we must be losing the baby, yet there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. Despite the hurt and the gravity of the situation, I had a complete confidence that the Lord has every hair on my head numbered and knew every detail of what was happening with my body and with the baby. I prayed that He would give me the strength to endure, patience to wait on Him, peaceful comfort amidst the craziness that was happening, and wisdom in anything I needed to do. “God knows” was the summary of what gave me complete peace.
He knows
He knows
Every hurt and every sting
He has walked the suffering
Steve’s hand gripped mine tightly as we drove home, and Jeremy Camp’s words rang out over the radio like a beacon of light pouring into our weary and wondering hearts. “He knows,” I said aloud to Steve as a tear rolled down my cheek. We sat in silence as the words tumbled peace into our souls.
He knows
He knows
Let your burdens come undone
Lift your eyes up to the One
Who knows
He knows
The next morning I received the test results online before the nurse called. I was grateful to have a moment to grieve alone with Steve before the nurse called to make the news final. Our baby was gone.
We may faint and we may sink
Feel the pain and near the brink
But the dark begins to shrink
When you find the One who knows
The days and weeks and months following were all a road to recovery: physical, emotional, spiritual. The grief would hit at moments when we didn’t expect it, but Steve and I have grown in our faith as well as our relationship with each other. We have comforted each other in ways that are profound. A spouse is such a blessed companion!
The chains of doubt that held you in between
One by one are starting to break free
Our baby was only here with us for a few weeks, but we loved him and prayed for him. Life is so precious and fragile, and the Lord determines the number of our days. We praise God for His sovereign control over even the tiny life of our first child, and we know that God works all things for good. We trust Him in the difficulty of loss, because He is always good. A year later now as we continue to wait on the Lord to bless us with a new little one, I’m learning that life is not a science; it is a miracle of God. “The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man, nor is He served by human hands, as though He needed anything, since He Himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything” (Acts 17:24-25).
Every time that you feel forsaken
Every time that you feel alone
He is near to the brokenhearted
Every tear
He knows
He knows
We go about our lives, making plans for ourselves. And when things do go our way, we often forget that we are not in control of these things. But when things don’t go our way, we take notice. These months since the miscarriage, I have had to come face to face with God’s continual answer of not now — WAIT. My heart has hurt deeply as I have lain in Steve’s arms, a puddle of grief and tears and doubt. Is God still good if He currently says NO because He has other plans for us right now? Can He still be good if the answer eventually turns into NEVER? It’s a hard thing to wrestle with unmet desires.
He knows
He knows
Every hurt and every sting
He has walked the suffering
Habbakuk 3 and Daniel 3 tell of two demonstrations of a strong faith in the Lord. Even when something looks empty to us, YET we can rejoice and take joy in the Lord. God is able to deliver, BUT IF NOT, our devotion to and trust in Him can still stand firm — because our God IS good, and He controls all things. Our hope in Christ goes far beyond what we see and understand. We can trust because He knows.
He knows
He knows
Let your burdens come undone
Lift your eyes up to the One
Who knows
When God says wait, it gives us the opportunity to take our eyes off of what we want and back onto Him. His ways are always higher than ours, and He has a purpose greater and grander than we could imagine or plan out on our own. When He asks us to wait, sometimes He wants us to stop looking at what He hasn’t given us and wholeheartedly embrace what He has and is giving us. Our lives are never void or empty when we are seeking Him, serving Him, and rejoicing in Him one day at a time. We don’t know what the future holds, but…
He knows
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