Last week is still kind of a whirl wind for me. I’m not even sure what exactly happened. All I know is that it was VBS and I got to help shepherd 19 three year olds.
I have never been so exhausted before. It may have been one of the hardest things I have ever done.
Seriously. No exaggeration.
I was bit. Punched. Smacked. Licked. Hit. Spit on. And pinched.
And that was usually just the first 15 minutes of each day.
It was seriously so hard. Hard because it was my responsibility to show these children who Jesus was. Hard because it’s easier to get upset than it is to find patience.
As I reflected on the days I realized that not only was I teaching these kids about Jesus, but that they were giving me my own lesson on who He is.
I quickly understood how I must remind Jesus of a three year old. Yes, I understand that I am 31, but my behavior really isn’t that different.
When I don’t get my way while I may not bite anyone, I certainly have my own special way of pouting.
How often do I act as if I am the only person in this world. It is always about me.
I want what I want when I want and how I want. I am not reasonable. I am not understanding. I am expectant that my needs and wants will be met. And if they aren’t, well, you better look out.
As I struggled to find my patience I came to the realization that I couldn’t do this without Him.
I couldn’t do anything without Him.
He was my patience. He was my calm. He was my understanding.
He is my patience. He is my calm. He is my understanding.
I was never sure of what to say to these kids. We sang songs. I reminded them of how much God loves them. But then I realized that by asking Him for patience I was giving them the best lesson I could and it never even took a word.
As the first day came to a close I prayed selfishly that the week would be over. I felt so defeated. I was determined to never do this again. But as He became my strength, I realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And I couldn’t wait to do it again next year.
By the end of the week I had fallen in love with these children. I could see myself in each of them. And I so desperately hoped that they could see Him in me.