They don't say a whole lot, and if they do talk, sometimes I can't understand it. Here's the thing: sometimes I have to wipe their noses or help them use the restroom.
Often I dry their tears and reassure them that mommy's coming after Pastor Maury gets finished teaching her.
Yes, I am a proud nursery worker.
And yes, the sticky fingers of three-year-olds point me to Jesus. How? There are many ways.
For example, Isaac, a delightful two-year-old, came bounding up to me, smiled, and said "Wet's Pway!" That was a means of grace to me. No one else gave me a 50-watt smile when I walked into the building my church meets in. (I am not saying that my church isn't friendly. They are. Isaac was just the friendliest today.)
Then there is Ava. She is fiercely independent (reminds me of myself...) and loves her blankie. Ava is always the first to blaze a new trail and try something new. She isn't afraid of anything. That's how I long to live.
I could tell story after story about different instances about God teaching me things through these beautiful children. Lessons I've learned about selfishness, self-control (Ava snuck a doughnut that was bigger than her and little did she know, she was going to Mi Pueblo after church...sad day), faithfulness (Ethan let me read a whole book to him today even though i sure he was past his attention span), and how to really love people.
So even when they get out the tambourine and the pretend piano and it's [loudly, hello--kids are loud, deal with it] beautiful, I smile because their offering of praise is sometimes FAR more than what I give.
1 comments:
there is just something special about toddlers. They are great!!
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