Dancing eyes. I substituted in the children’s class at church this morning and all afternoon I’ve found my eyes wandering back to those kids and their dancing eyes. I filled in because I was needed. Who knew I would enjoy them so much? Not me. I
like, no, I LOVE sharing the word with women– that’s not news. But those kids, they captured my heart in a totally different way.
With one big whoosh those dancing eyes took me back to my childhood and I was looking at mini me. They were at once both extremely curious and equally distracted sponges, and I was challenged to my core to take the reality of a very big God and share Him in a child-size lesson.
I may be hooked.
(P.S. I love you, Mrs. Marcella. Thanks for the memories.)
Do you have childhood Sunday School memories?
Can you share one with me?