What's the point of teaching them? They're not even listening to me.
The previous statement used to be my philosophy on children. I didn't talk to them, I avoided babysitting situations like the plague, and I definitely did not plan on having any of my own.
Upon moving back to West Virginia, I resumed going to Chestnut Ridge Church. A few months go by, and a friend suggested I tried volunteering. I was either too young or too awkward for everything...except kidz ministry.
Test Drive in action.
1yr old room- My ears rang for a week. My head was not going to allow that.
2yr old room- You just hit me in the forehead with a plastic train and you're the one crying?
5yr old room: Three words... playdoh in water. Ew.
Kindergarten: I couldn't sit down, because I was afraid I would break those tiny chairs.
By this time, I was ready to admit defeat. Kids were not my thing. The next Sunday I clocked in with the idea that I would tell the kidzone director that I was calling it quits. She approached me first, asking if I wanted to help with 2nd grade that day.
That was the first week when I really felt at home. The lesson plans were fun and creative. The games were well thought out. The kids not only listened, but they created intelligent discussions. I would stay and do my best.
Every day I am increasingly excited to see the kids. MY kids. When I'm up late at night, I'm wondering how their Westest scores were, because one little girl was so worried about it. I refresh my email constantly, waiting for my lesson for the next week. I just ordered popsicle sticks and red thread to make little trinkets for them to hang and decorate, because I think it might make them smile. Sunday has become my favorite day, without a doubt.
This fall I fell into a deep depression, but ever since I started volunteering I feel better. I can smile again because I have hope (which happens to be our virtue for the month (; ). I have seen more of the Lord in these children than I have seen anywhere else. They have saved me in more ways than they will ever know.
In worship today, I found myself crying. I think God not only placed me in kidzone to help children find him, he wanted me to find him too. Being a kidzone leader gave me the initiative to be there every Sunday, but being with the kids gave me the strength to recognize my Father. "Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'" Matthew 19:14
A special thanks to Jenny Dailey for allowing me this special opportunity. <3
"I called you answered
And you came to my rescue and I
I wanna be where you are"