Letting Go of Myself
On a normal Sunday I wake up, get ready for church, go to the 9 am service, talk to a couple people afterward, and then head into the two year old class for the 11 am service. This Sunday was kinda different. The day before, our youth group had taken a trip to a water park for the day so I was exhausted and sunburned. I walked in and there were already two kids crying and neither of them wanted anything to do with the workers who were in there. I thought to myself, "oh boy, it's going to be one of those really long days." Those long days where all the kids are grumpy and you're just trying to survive the next 90 minutes. But then one of the little girls showed up with a big smile on her face and ran into the room and jumped into my arms. It put a whole new perspective on what that morning was going to look like. A few more kids showed up, all smiling, and we were eventually able to get the two criers to stop. All was well in the classroom and things were peaceful. ...