This was the week of VBS (Vacation Bible School to the uninitiated). Our little church has one every year. I will say straight up that VBS is not my favorite activity. I don't know what my favorite church-related activity is, but I don't seem to have much of a heart for children's ministries. There, I said it out loud. Still, we participate because we love the church and thus we support the programs. If I could not support the programs, I guess I would need to find a new church!
Two years ago I ran the crafts, the seminarian helped with games and sound, my boy also helped with the games, and my girl was a student participant. That was a harrowing week for me.
Last year we had other things going on and just skipped it. I felt a little guilty - there are never enough volunteers - but got over it.
When it was time to sign up for this year, we decided it would be a family event. Both kids could be teen helpers. The seminarian could do sound again. And I found myself saying I would teach pre-k and k. It had to have been the Holy Spirit speaking through me because there is no way I would volunteer to teach the four- to six-year-old group on my own. None. Ever.
Of course the week turned out to be fun, exhausting, annoying, boring, exciting, too loud... all together. I received lots of hugs, had some nice talks with a little girl who is nervous about her new school, watched a sweet little boy run crazily around the play area yelling "my brakes are out!" so the big boys would chase him, and drank a lot of coffee, Oh yeah, and presented the Gospel.
And even though VBS was only from nine till noon, the rest of the day was shot. We came home, ate lunch, washed the t-shirts, got ready for the next day, and vegetated. I'm sure my kids will never recover the brain cells lost to VBS songs (Game Day Central, where heroes are made! - if you know that one, feel free to leave a comment thanking me for getting it stuck in your head again) and the hours of Xbox they played to decompress.
Want to hear a bright spot, though? I decided to go to Costco to buy some drumsticks (the ice cream kind, not the turkey kind) for the volunteer staff. And they were on special! A box of 16 ice cream treats for $5.99 instead of the usual $7.99! That is an amazing price and I thank God for His providence in this small thing.
My kids were also thankful that we ran out of our usual breakfast food so they got bread pudding this morning. It's not so very different from French toast, right? Maybe a little more sugar. And among the stale bits of bread in the freezer there was some whole wheat, so it's healthy!
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