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Saturday, September 29, 2012
FINALLY the school term is over and I have two weeks off work. It's been a busy few months and I've been hanging out for a break. I'm a Teacher Aide. I'm a Mum. I'm a foster caregiver. I'm a Sunday School teacher. It seems that I'm with kids 24/7 and I've been hanging out for a bit of "Me" time.
|Nobody said this to me after the service so I just might have gotten away with it|
During the singing practice (to which children had followed me and clung onto me throughout the entire thing) a friend told me about the "Mummy Shop" I totally got it. I had been running around after a little fostie and not had a lot of sleep over the past couple of days. I just wanted to put up a "Closed" sign in my shop window for an hour or so and have a nap.
I'm a kid too and God's my Dad. I just got to thinking about how Jesus must have felt about the Mummy Shop when He was here with skin on. He was surrounded by all His kids and most of them would have had annoying little ways that could have gotten on His nerves. Maybe He would have liked a little space occasionally but I think it's interesting that Jesus, surrounded by kids who were so needy for attention 24/7, always managed to keep His cool. Even now, when He has me consistently whining in His ear, He still manages to keep His "shop" open for me and every other kid who needs Him, and He somehow never seems to be fed up with us.Thank God :)
Thursday, July 12, 2012
I've been hanging out in Sunday School a bit lately, most probably because at 49 years of age I'm still not very mature so kicking back with the kids suits me well. We've been using a pretty cool curriculum called "Agents in Action" which comes with its own CD of songs. That's good, my repertoire needed a bit of upgrading. One of the songs has been stuck in my head this week, kind of like an ear worm. At the risk of stepping on copyright restrictions, I'll just let a few words slip out:
Jesus love me and I love Him
I talk to Him every day
I want to be kind like Him
Jesus show me the way.
I can show the kind of kindness He shows to me...and at some point there are a few la la las in an octave I can't quite reach without standing on tippy toes.
It's a sweet song with quite a catchy tune.
I can show the kind of love that He gave to me...
Ummm...I can? It's one thing to sing a song because it sounds pretty but the thought hit me:
Well, I'm kind to animals...does that count?
|I share my bed with a husband and 2 dogs - the cat is no longer allowed following a 1am altercation with the dog|
Even being kind to other people doesn't guarantee that it will work out every time:
|Okay, technically this is a cartoon about chickens but if your leg was on fire, I would tell you|
Still, that song is stuck in my head. When I think of Jesus and His kindness, I wonder how on earth I'd ever be able to come even remotely close to following His example. I guess that's just part of the difference between the perfect Lamb of God and this piddly little human with the eccentric personality and a penchant for fancy dress costumes. His kindness went way beyond the call of duty.
Perhaps God might just be asking me to show a little kindness. What I think I'll do is remember the words: "Jesus, show me the way." It's quite nice that He doesn't expect us to do all the hard stuff on our own.
I knew there was a reason I liked this Glen Campbell clip: