Chara

I drop the kids off at Vacation Bible School at a church we admittedly don’t attend, but know many of the congregants and their leadership.  The church takes the safety of the kids very seriously, so after I sign off that I’ve dropped them off and stick numbered neon bracelets around their wrists, I can give them a hug, but I can’t go any further.  I haven’t filled out the workers applications, haven’t been approved.  I can’t walk them back to where all things start…they go without me. Little girl unnamed, I see her stiffen – her whole body at a diagonal angle, feet plungered to the floor, back pushing against the worker leading her back to the sanctuary.   I cringe on the inside.   Smile on the lips.   Will she cry?   Will she run?   Such a simple thing...Going to Vacation Bible School – this is fun, right?   But it’s another part of her growing up, of her getting brave.     And I’m praying it’s another piece of her story ...