It was so cute what some girls wrote about me while in a reading group before VBS. I was sitting right next to these girls when they secretly wrote about me. Their prompt was to simply write about some good dreams and bad ones they had. They wrote about a bad dream of the last day of VBS; my last day with them, July 31. They wrote that they were sad in the dream. They also drew pictures of me and later covered it with stickers. Hey, they're kids.
Of course, that dream was fictional but I know I already have some big, little fans that will make it hard for me to leave here.
Some of my big, little kids on my van route are in a rough neighborhood with tough parents. One of the really good VBS kids has a mom who cusses at her while the kid walks out the door. Some of the kids on the van cuss though I don't hear them. This all happens in a van full of kids going through a neighborhood where some people carry around guns like they were their own offspring. That stuff is just part of the domestic intensity these precious children live around.
Seeing and experiencing that kind of stuff lets me know how much good I really am doing. I knew and believed that some kids here endured difficult home lives but seeing it, experiencing it simply renders the reality wretched. I sense that God is forming me into who He wants me to be.
Anywhere with Jesus, over land and sea,
Telling souls in darkness of salvation free;
Ready as He summons me to go or stay,
Anywhere with Jesus when He points the way.
So what if I pretty much stole that from Mickey?? Or rather, permanently borrowed that bold poem from her. We share some other insights from our summer with the Lord as we both worked (and are still working) with kids. One of the things we share is our appreciation for FANS!
It doesn't matter what size the fan is but air circulation is paramount.
Personally, my favorite kind are little, big fans.