It occurs to me that I haven't blogged about my church. Not sure why not, I drive there about Four times a week. So, here is my first church-related story.
I have known our preschoolers all THEIR lives. I have sat with them in the nursery and I work with them in Sunday School. One of them sits with me in the sanctuary while Mommy leads the singing. And, I offer the Children's sermon about once a month.
Little C........... is a rambunctious, rather active little four year old. She tests all boundaries, to include her Mommy's last nerve. She can be a RUNNER! She has taken to sliding out of her seat on the piano side, during the hymns, and may slip down the way to sit next to me, who sits on the organ side of the worship center. Her face tells me she believes she is getting away with something.
This past Sunday, she appeared on the pew, next to me, sat down, head barely above the back of the pew and offered an angelic countenance. I glanced over at her Dad, but he was focused on something else, and I did not see Mom. Bless me Father, for I have sinned, but I kept my eyes open during the pastoral prayer. Sure enough, Mom comes back down the aisle from looking for big brother, and I can see her mouthing to Dad, "J..., where is C...........?" Dad gave the trademarked sit-com father look, and I knew someone was in Trouble. I tried to get Mom's attention, which only got the attention of those behind me. Mom finally spotted her daughter next to me, and shrugged. The little darling, with the other angels in the congregation, then went up to the stage for the Children's sermon, and the excitement was over.
You will not see pictures of the children on these pages. The Internet has a bad habit of reposting pictures, and not always for good purpose. I guess we'll have to stick with pictures of trains and presidential homes.
