Into Your Arms

I'm not crazy about kids.

In my blunt confession I feel like good friends who before believing in Christ started all their comments with, ¨I am an atheist.¨ We all knew it was more for their own benefit than our own. Now, we laugh with them.

So, like I said, I'm not crazy about kids...but they do these things that are so darn cute.

I was detailing what Joseph's life was like as a slave and when I asked for a recap on the story one kid boldly stated, ¨Joseph was a man who cleaned up camel poop.¨

We learned about Moses and then painted the lovely princess caring for him just out of his river basket. One boy gently painted the scene and then a few fish...the fish started fighting...there was soon blood and before I could grab the paint brush the blue sky turned to red and the once gentle scene had been devoured. Okay, maybe more Goth than cute.

At church this Sunday our guest preacher left us all impacted. There was a holy silence. A girl whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear, ¨You're right, he does talk a lot.¨ All the reverence in the room turned to laughter.

But of my favourite things, one of the top ten is kids running into your arms. They boogie down the street and then sail into your arms. And then...snuggle their head into your shoulder.

Priceless. In an instant you forget about admin details and worrisome issues and the to-do list looming over your head. Just priceless.

Choir Girl

Alas, I have made a lot of fun of those who join choirs and perform their art in white robes. Yes, I have ridiculed it as a waste of time and precious air. However, I now find myself whipping through traffic to sing Sunday afternoons.

Go ahead, laugh.

The strangest thing happened to me after falling asleep Sunday. I kept waking up with a joy song going through my head. ¨Joy that sustains wherever you are, comes from the Father in heaven....¨ It was too cool, like being in love and not being able to sleep through the night.

I was actually quite touched. It was like God was singing over me while I slept and then woke me up every now and then to remind me.

So, still not a fan of the white robes and probaly a little less fanatical than others but totally in awe of how much He loves us.