The words taken from a David Crowder song. The drawing her own. The message simple.
I have thought through the day...what snacks to serve. Made a quick run through the grocery store. The transportation lists are complete and we are ready for the children to arrive and I breath deep for a moment.
The coach arrives to drive and asks where the third van is. I do not have the answer to the question never noticing that we are a van short. The van had been taken to have repairs made. The coach offers to go pick it up.
Those who prepare the snacks arrive and word comes...the oven won't heat up. I push it back from the wall reset the plug and we try again. I hope it works now because there are french fries to cook. She smiles sweet and says they will work it out and do I know how many french fries we cooked last time. The answer to that is on the computer and so I go to search it out.
Kids arrive and all seems loud. They eat and play...and off to options they go. Rumors say there were friends using "bad" words on the playground. I ask the ones accused, "Did you use bad words?" They look at each other and one says..."only one". I smile on the inside because there was only "one" bad word used and how many "bad" thoughts do I have in a day. Tears fall and apologies come and I didn't even ask for them, all over only "one" bad word.
I sit with older kids and we discuss respect for others. I ask them why they come and she answers while rolling her eyes..."because they make me." And they are almost teens somehow trying to journey through these inbetween years and why is it this is where we find some attitude. I ask them if they had been in trouble at home during the last month for disrespecting their parents. Every child raised their hand except one...hers was only slightly raised. I look her way wishing I could see her thoughts because who really wants to admit that they are not all they want you to believe they are. Still honesty wins out and we laugh and talk about how we can love God by loving others.
The movie begins during Bible time...and my nephew has been lost. But not really...because we found him but there was a little panic. He wonders why we should worry because it is his church and where would anyone be safer?
Every turn on Wednesdays...from lost vehicles to lost nephews...I am sinking in grace. Grace that covers those things that I don't even realize are going to be a problem until they are. Grace in smiles and helping hands and even "one" bad word. Grace shows up at every turn...a solid reminder that God provides all that is needed. Grace--it is what I love about Wednesdays!
