There's no doubt, I have not hidden my feeling about VBS week. It's not been my favorite. I've been a bit of a brat. Yes, I know we are all called to serve. This is true. But I also have to raise my hand and say that we are all very different. I am not the same as Patient Patty over there across the room completely loving her time with 12 three-year-olds. I love my kids to death, could not ask for a better job, would do every minute of my mom life over, just to love on them all over again...I just don't love everyone else's kids like that....does that make me a terrible person?? I love my friends' kids...for real. And mostly that's because they discipline like I do. I can spend a week at Beck's house because she will tell her girls if they're being obnoxious. I can spend all day at the pool with Carissa because she will plop her little sassy pants in time-out for 20 minutes when he needs it. I have trouble with the kids I'm left in charge of that are completely out of control/kicking Alicia in the face/"you are not the boss of me"/hiding under chairs/drawing on tables. That's not my thang. I run out of patience right quick and want to leave...like an hour ago.
So yes, I do believe we're called to be servants in the Body and to serve joyfully. In the same breath, I'd like to add that I would probably be more effective doing the decorating jobs or admin jobs...but that's just me. I've been involved in VBS for years and have absolutely loved it! We had a total kick-butt VBS at our old church in So Dak...but there was a big diff here. I was pretty much the co-director...case in point: make me the boss-lady and I'm fine with it. Kidding...sorta. But seriously, it is very clear to me that God did not call me to open a day care or to be a preschool teacher. Very very clear. But the bottom line is: I signed up to help in any way, that's where they put me, and I was a butthead about it. I'm proud to say I did not hurt anyone...including the very patient/oh my gosh, are you serious?!/overly zealous co-leader...yeah me!
But then....well, as I drove two boys home last night still damp from their public proclaimation of their asking Jesus into their hearts that day...I had to silently ask God for forgiveness for being so ugly. If I had acted on that urge I had Wednesday night to call myself in for a mental health day on Thursday, keeping my kids and myself home to rest up and chill out that would have been a big mistake.
Both my boys stood in front of their peers yesterday morning and asked Jesus to be their personal Lord and Savior. Of the 600ish elementary kids 145 of them accepted Christ and 23 of them asked to get baptized last night. My boys were two of those. I can hardly keep it together even still.
I was outside blowing bubbles with my 3-year-olds when I got this from Jack's teacher and my friend:
So they did.
It was truly one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. My heart melted into a little puddle around my ankles and my cup raneth over. We've never wanted to walk them through these steps...never wanted to pressure or force...never wanted to say, "ok repeat after me and you'll be entered into the kingdom with the rest of us, Christians." This was just the way I didn't even know I wanted it...their call...and together...their decision...as brothers.
They're still sleeping at 10:30am...must be Jesus'd out. But with time to think about this week, I've realized...once again that it's not about lil ol' me. If I would have done what I wanted we would have skipped VBS all together this year...and missed out on this awesome night. What a pity that would have been. I'm learning...
Signed your not-so-preschool-friendly and proud mama friend,