I’ve had trouble writing this week because of the wonderful exhausting phenomenon of Vacation Bible School and all the things I’ve seen that remind my faith to be like a child.
It would have been easy to just go through the motions—teach these children because it’s my duty or to help my friends out or just because I was asked.
But God had other plans.
He won’t let me be. When I see the wide-eyed wonder on their faces. When they jump for joy…
my heart does too.
And last night, the volunteers gathered together late into the night for our annual end of VBS party. We stayed out way too late. And I may have had too much to drink. But whether my face grew warm from one too many pale ales or from the joy of friendship, I can’t really say. We are family. And God knit us together into this faith community, charging us to build one another up and to teach the children.
Today, we are resting.
I feel a little lost. Can’t seem to step back into the ho-hum. So I worked on my painting. Took a nap. Tried to tell you about it.
Later on I’ll call my dad. Try to be responsible.
But for now, I’m just going to rest in the afterglow of 90 some children falling in love with Jesus. Wow. What a wonderful joyride of a week.