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.