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 in learning that God is trustworthy.    She turns