Legos

I haven't been super into blogging since I've been back in Colorado, but couldn't resist sharing this story.

I've been helping with VBS at church all week being a crew leader for second graders. I've had a pretty great group of kids that together make up a nice mix of sweet, inquisitive, adventurous, and strong willed. :) My strong willed little guy has been giving me a preview of parenthood this week, but is finally starting to listen and obey and is having more fun because of it (I'm sure!). This morning they shared the gospel with the kids in a way they could understand. To help them understand sin, we passed around a black trash bag for each child to think of something he or she thought was a sin and confess it to Jesus. While most of my kids asked if "being impolite counted" and if sin was Adam and Eve's fault, one little boy tugged on my leg and said, "Teacher? I have some Legos in my pocket and I'm sorry." I thought he just had them from home so I told him to just keep them there and he could play with them when he got home. But he said, "No, I stole them from downstairs and I'm sorry I did that." I was touched by his little conscience being affected by the message!

You never know how a heart might be softening. I have memories of visiting AWANA with a friend as a little girl and raising my hand when they said "Is there anyone here who hasn't ever done anything bad?" I thought I was that girl! Later, of course, I realized that I was a sinner. It's easy to give up on those kids, but I'm glad the people there didn't push me away.

His mercy covers it all (even Lego thiefs!).

Elise

Orion and Coda got to meet Elise this weekend. Orion didn't know what to do with himself, but Coda was fascinated by Elise. He kept talking about her and wanted to hold her and give her a bottle, but he never called her by name, he always called her "the baby." This picture captures his awe. Hilarious. I laughed out loud.
Look at her sweet face! I can't wait to meet her.

Theology

Tonight at church a little boy named Drew was telling me about how Satan wanted to be greater than God, so God made him leave heaven. He told me he read that on the back of his Bible. I learned this when I was, like...15. So, I was impressed. Then he said, "And God's greater than everybody. No body can be greater than God. (pause) Not even Santa."

Wow.

Kids Love Their Mucus

I work with the 2-3 year olds at church and they are constantly bringing me joy when they say hilarious things. A couple months ago, I had a girl lick her tissue after she blew her nose. This week, we upped the ante.

I had a little boy in my class tonight named Rockford. He was kind of chubby, huge eyes as deep as the ocean, and super rosy cheeks. He was adorable. We were sitting there during "small group" and I'm looking at him because he had just wiped his nose on his sleeve and was now licking it like it was a sucker or something. It never even occured to me to get him a tissue. The whole time I was thinking Oh my gosh...kid's love their mucus. This is a really weird innate human behavior. Then he looks up at me with those adorable bigs eyes and says "Can you get me a tissue?" And I was thinking...you don't need one. You've already wiped your nose and removed the evidence!

Oh, kids...they are hilarious.