The Mummy Shop

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.

Last week I turned up at church nice and early (hoping for an escape from a household of kids) for singing practice, did a few songs with the Worship team during the service and since it was a rare week that I actually wasn't taking Sunday School, I headed off to the carpark and had a Nana nap in the car while the service continued. I call that "resting my soul" and I have Scriptural evidence to back it up: I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep Psalms 4:8 (KJV). It would have been disobedient NOT to go to sleep during the service. Do you suppose anyone noticed?

Nobody said this to me after the service so I just might have gotten away with it

 And in case you're wondering who Eutychus was:

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 :)

Since I'm just one of His little human kids, God's given me a bit of a breather this weekend. School's out, we're between fosties, and my own little one has gone to be spoiled rotten by her favourite honorary aunty and uncle for the weekend. For today at least, this is a kid-free zone. And for some strange reason, I'm looking forward to changing that...right after a little more of Psalm 4:8.