So, as I am allowing someone else who wanted to play the piano in the church band, I was freed up with time. And never fitting in at all sitting in a congregation, I asked where there was a need. And I am in children’s ministry. So now I am a 2nd and 3rd grade Sunday School teacher and am starting up a children’s choir. This morning we sang one praise song just to get our feet wet in front of the congregation. It was fantastic. The kids did great and the people encouraged them a lot afterward. That is the best thing you can do for your children… lovingly encourage them doing well and I might add what most adults are afraid to do. So that was beautiful. And Wednesday we start choir practice for the Christmas musical. I am super excited. Kids are amazing, even now in the midst of difficulties we never had. It is such an honor to work with them and help lead and encourage them and get really good truth lyrics locked in their heads to help with bad times. How many times God reminded me of truth from a song from childhood. To allow another generation to have that same luxury and experience is fantastic. I am super excited God trusted me with that. He is so good! ❤
I like that better. We are all under constructure until Jesus comes back. Kids, adults, it is true of all of us. But to learn the lessons with the speed of a child is truly special. That trust and humbleness and quickness of learning is our kids’ super power and it is a great example for us adults to follow. I love teaching children and absolutely love learning these lessons from them. They completely rock!! ❤
A very long time ago, I babysat a girl. It was my one and only time babysitting her. I used to wonder what I had done wrong that they never asked me again. Many families with 4 kids or 2 kids were quite pleased with my babysitting, paid me extra, wanted me back. I was in demand and every weekend in those days was booked. But this one family with this one girl never had me watch her again. Why? And she popped back into my mind. I called her by her name, Rose. She was quite wild and I did not want her hurt or the house damaged so I made her sit with me and draw. She was quite good at it. I had her help me wash dishes while I told a story or sang to her (as she was 9). And she was a doll the whole time I was there. As soon as her parents stepped through the door, she was wild again, like a completely different person, almost possessed. The dad laughed at her crazy and said, “That’s why we call her Wildfire.” I left, boggled and all these years did not understand it all until now. I remember their surprise at her beautiful picture, their almost disdain at her helping with dishes, her calm demeanor they glanced before she realized they had arrived home. They wanted a wild child, a spoiled princess they could laugh at, be entertained by. She was their entertainment. I infringed upon that and showed her a different way without realizing it. I did right by that beautiful little girl and they wanted wrong and it all started with the name. Wildfire. Not sweet Rose. And I love and respect children and demand they love and respect others and themselves and it starts with names. Children tend to live up to what they are called and treated and what their name means. Please understand that and make a point to be purposeful in your talk to people. Only encourage and lift up. “Tell God your problems and bad stuff, tell other people everything else” is very, very good advice I heard from advice wise woman of God.❤
Realizing that every single God-made-in-love child is an invaluable part of God’s kingdom is the biggest knowledge to do any kids ministry best and most effectively. Yes, little people need guidance. Yes, little people need a lot sometimes. If you are keeping your relationship with God tight, He will draw you to love people and God has a soft spot for kids. He loves them. He cherishes them. So I do too. But keep nutrition flowing in from God because when you do kids ministry, you immediately see that many parents are not interacting with their children and they are needy for love, for God, for hope, for validation, for guidance. So many things, so just know that and be ready to pour out God’s love on them. It is a beautiful thing. ❤❤❤
Jesus loves children. So do I. I am a really old one myself. It is beautiful the newness of everything, the awe ar discovery, the preciousness of every minute, the here and now of it all, the faith and trust and wanting to please. There is a sacredness, a preciousness, an innocence to it all. It is endearing. I love leading these precious ones in worship to our Maker. Oh how they are eager to sing! To praise! To be heard! We need to keep them protected and out of harm’s way the best we can. Anyone who harm’s or wounds or warps a child should be severely punished now and if unrepentant will definitely be punished for an eternity. Anyone who kills a child (even an unborn baby) should have the same fate given to them, but that is my opinion because I share Jesus’ heart in matters of loving children. He never sent them away, always had time for them, encouraged their faith. I imagine he smiled so big when a child wondered after a butterfly, realizing He made them for just such a child to enjoy. Children are treasures. Teaching mine at home has been such at rich blessing for me. Leading worship also blesses me. I am mom first and foremost, always have been, always will be. If I could, my house would be full of them. As it is, we always end up with several around. God bless the children!! ❤
The song God gave me for my kids. They learned it in one morning, thank you, God! ❤ ❤ ❤
My daughter is getting close to 7 years old. And she has a new stalling technique for bedtime. She has suddenly become a philosopher, with a million new insights and contemplations and questions just after bedtime prayers and after lights out. Then bam! She is searching then for all of life’s trying questions, such as “Momma, have you always wanted to swing with Lamby?” Or “I can text Jesus on my phone” or “What is Heaven like?” Or “Momma, I feel strongly that we should go to the park tomorrow.” It is always interesting and at the same moment annoying for I need to recover from our busy, b us day. I tell her “We will talk about that tomorrow and now you can discuss it with God until you fall asleep.” Ah, the adventure of childbirth. At the time, you have an idea the worst is over. And in a way, that is really hard but the adventure just begins there and keeps going forever. It really is a beautiful adventure to be a mom. That is true whether you birth your own or adopt someone else’s who can’t care for them. Both are beautiful! Life is beautiful! God was good to think of it. What a richness my kids have brought to my life.