i have a hilarious friend, andrea, in texas who can say some of the funniest stuff and i think she also has some of the funniest expressions. for example, if something is going terribly wrong and just plain falling apart, andrea will look at you and say, "the wheels are coming off."
well, i had that kind of morning. there is just something about church where people seem to lose all common sense. really, most of the time, the children are never the problem but it's almost always the adults that have most of the issues. anyway, like i said, it was a "wheels comin' off day." some sundays i think, "gosh, it was so crazy today...there's no way it could ever be this crazy or chaotic again." wrong. it usually is...the following sunday. if you've never worked in a children's ministry, you may be thinking, what in the world is she talking about?! my church is never crazy or choatic. i do know from experience that craziness and chaos is not just limited to my church on sundays...almost every children's ministry in america experiences this common phenomena. from parents dropping their child off throwing up, sick, with a rash, a 3 yr. old ending up in a 2nd grade class, teachers not showing up, parents not volunteering, etc. But, there are moments, glimpses of hope where you remember what ministry is all about and why you show up every Sunday morning at 7 am...because it's your passion, your calling, and a gift. I had a few of those moments this morning; nothing does your heart good like a toddler or a preschooler waving frantically and shouting your name at the top of his lungs or being given the opportunity to minister to and love on a mom whose heart was breaking. I walked away from that mom with a fresh perspective on my Sunday...the craziness and the chaos is worth it. It was worth it for that one mom to feel loved, supported, and encouraged...it's worth it for her daughter to feel safe, loved, and cared for in our special needs Sunday School class. Sometimes I wonder why in the world God has me where I am because most days, I feel incredibly unworthy and so completely unprepared. I'm thankful, though, for the moments I am reminded of my calling and I am even more thankful that it's not about me but it's about Him. This is His ministry, I just get to play a part---a small, insignificant part where, hopefully, I am doing nothing but giving Him the credit. It's all about Him.