It’s Monday morning.  Let me be more precise:  It’s Monday morning after a week of Vacation Bible School.

I’m sore.  I’m behind on work that needs to be done.  I feel as if whip cream is hiding in the corners of my ear.  VBS songs are on a continuous loop through my brain.  The church still has glitter on the floor and tables that refuses to be evicted.

But it’s worth it.

I pray that the kids who trampled through our hallways last week grow to be men and women who are mature, devoted followers of Jesus Christ.  I also pray that I never grow weary of investing in the lives of young ones for the sake of the gospel.