Imagination and the Lost
One of the joys of being around the 3s/4s at our church (Hermitage Hills Baptist) is the constant change and the continual "who knows what is going to be said next" moments that at times come like a gushing fire hydrant. In order to not make myself better than I actually am, I want to remind you that I am a rookie at working with 3s/4s with the exception of our own two daughters who were that age almost 20 years ago. And . . . I only work with them once a month, so by no means am I putting myself in the category of those saints that work with 3s/4s every day in your home or every week at your church. The other Sunday I got bumped from the 3s to the 4s which meant I went from the Aqua room to the Purple room. Everything in the room was new to me except for the kids that had graduated last month. So, I was reunited with the kids but the surroundings were all different. New toys; new books; new chairs; new tables; and a new co-worker. One new-to-me boy came in the room ...