Dear Diary – There’s one in every crowd.
On Thursday, I set up the memory verse activity before the opening session. I hid pieces of Lego with cardstock pieces of the memory verse taped to them. One kid noticed and asked the session leader “how did the Lego die?”.
I don’t know what her answer was, but I’m thinking this little piece of Lego passed peacefully after escaping his blue plastic prison in Sector Nursery!
There’s nothing quite like a horde of kids swarming the sanctuary in search of treasure. I made sure we left enough time for them to hide the pieces for the next group. Which mostly worked. Some kids hid pieces, while others still ran around collecting them. We lost an entire piece of Lego, but not the cardstock words. And one group almost had to go without a piece because we just couldn’t find it. They had fun and I survived another day!
Dear Diary – All week long I felt like a celebrity and I didn’t want the feeling to end. Kids would scream my name and wave furiously every time they saw me. One little girl would sit by me during the opening team meeting and talk my ear off. As someone who has never been, and likely won’t ever be, the life of the party, it was pretty cool.
Speaking of party, Friday’s memory verse was a musical video so we learned it while having a “dance party”. It was a 4 minute ” dance party” and by the time the second group left, I knew I was in trouble. I was so hot all I could think about was rolling naked in a snowbank. I was so tired, I just wanted to nap right there on the floor. But I was Ima and I was committed…and there were 3 more groups to go!
Some of the kids were really into it, coordinating moves to the words and dancing on the stage. The oldest group, who were “too cool for school” weren’t into it so I danced alone until I found some balloons and started bouncing them off kids’ heads. I sucked them in and I loved it!
It was an awesome week!
I was so tired and sore on Saturday that I actually spent part of the day watching “When Sharks Attack”. The t.v. remote was out of reach…
Dear Diary – I know wearing masks is awful. They’re hot and uncomfortable. You’re forced to smell your own breath. But I found one advantage. They hide the broccoli in your teeth. 😦
Dear Diary – It’s alive…
Most of my seeds were duds but the basil is ridiculously happy. It grew so much in the 2 weeks I was away that I had a major harvest on my hands. It took me days to wash and process it. Some went straight in the freezer, some were blitzed and made into basil ice cubes, while the rest was dried in the oven. It’s been 4 days and it’s almost time to harvest again.
Dear Diary – I just finished a historical fiction novel about Madame Tussaud! She was a pretty cool chick. The only problem I have is that I can’t get the song, Meltdown at Madame Tussaud‘s out of my head!
Dear Diary – It’s always hard going to new places, even churches. I was part of the worship team this past Sunday where I had served in VBC all week. But while I recognized some faces and hung around after the service, no one came near me. I’ve experienced the same disappointment in other churches, a place where one expects to find “friendly” people. Some people looked at me but glanced away quickly sheepishly, as if I had caught them doing something wrong. I don’t mean to sound critical. I know it takes time to get to know people. And I realize that after being separated so long by Covid, some people are excited to catch up with others. I would be too! 🙂
I suspect I had thicker skin when I was a single parent. When people ignored me or chose to sit far away, I figured the problem was them, not me. I don’t go to church for the social aspect. Don’t get me wrong – it’s nice! But I’m there to worship and serve the Lord.
The thing is, I often hear discussions on how to encourage people to come to church or wondering why people don’t stay. It takes a lot of courage for someone to come some place new, and if they feel like an intruder, or just plain invisible, why would they ever come back? We just need to remember that we’re not just there to hang with our friends.
Dear Diary – I don’t think I’ll ever understand why some people think it’s ok to decide things for me. I have someone who has decided it’s time for me to give up my blue hair and that I need to cut it short. Why? Because I’m too old for long, blue hair. I like my blue hair and short hair makes my nano-head even more pronounced. I may be getting too old for a lot of things, but I’d like to think I still have enough control of my faculties to make that decision for myself!
Dear Diary – Hubby and Little Guy helped me by drying dishes last night. Somehow they turned the whole experience into a series of complicated mathematical equations. I live with nerds (& I love it)!
Dear Diary – My baby is coming to visit this weekend. I haven’t seen him since April. So while it may be raining outside, it’s sunny inside my soul!
Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.
Florence Welch
