Tuesday was the last day I volunteered at Sara’s kindergarten. I brought my camera and snapped goodbye photos of all the kids. It’s hard to see the group leave. I know they will reformulate into 1st graders, but this class will never be again.
Thursday, our home group gathered. Sadly, two of our members are barrelling toward a move date. It’s a momentous step, an acquiring of dreams. But they have wormed their way into the heart of our group and I will feel the hole of their absence profoundly. There are two boys who will take their place, twins waiting to be born. We’ve finished our 9 months of Timothy. There was a resounding vote for prayers of the New Testament by Lynn Baab, our former pastor. In the midst of all this change, I saw something fun.
All the men had gathered around our dining table. The women gathered around talk of pregnancy. I couldn’t figure out what the men were doing. For they were doing something, not just talking. There were smiles, conspiratory whispers, consultations, studied stares, and the sound of paper rustling. Huh? Was there indepth bible study about a theological issue? No. Paper airplanes. The paper airplane instructions Wayne had bought at the Museum of Flight. Soon airplanes were zinging all over the house.
Berry season is here. This is Sara being crazy with raspberries.
Every summer we get a chance to lead one of the children’s classes at church. This year we got to help with the kickoff. The theme is Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I got to read the first two chapters of the book to the elementary kids. I am now back reading the Narnia series for myself. The whole class has a nautical theme. The kids entered through a wardrobe to get to the ‘ship’.
