Hello Again!

It has been way too long since I posted anything to this blog. I really did like the way it looked and I think I will try to resume my writing here again.

I am now back in the bus ministry. I no longer have the Pevely route but instead am working the Festus route. For many reasons that is much easier than Pevely. The ride is not as long so, less time on the hot bus in the summer and less time on the cold bus in the winter.

The flip side to that is that we have less time to have a program and less time to interact with the children. The following story is exactly why I decided to start blogging again. I don't want to forget the details of this.

Back in early spring, I started visiting at a home very close to the church. I had seen a number of children playing in the yard so I stopped. From that stop I began to pick up several but the two little boys from the yard where they were playing never would come. The mother had been very friendly and had told the oldest one, who was in the third grade that he could go if he wanted. The younger boy was only four and she really didn't know if she trusted him on the bus or not. The older one was a bit shy and for some reason didn't want to go. He would say he was coming but then he would have time to think about it and back out by the morning. I continued to visit every Saturday, always leaving candy for both.

I believe it may have been the end of May that the older one came with the next door neighbors and really enjoyed himself. Soon he brought his little brother and they both have been having a real good time.

Saturday, I got out of the car with my flyers and bucket of candy. Little J----- was next door and came running. I threw open my arms and he ran right into them for a big hug. He is just precious.

This morning, they both got on the bus, giving "high fives" to the bus driver and excited about church. They love to go to the back but soon decided they might like to come to the front. The yougest said to me , "Chuch Lady, are we gonna sing?" His little eyes were just dancing. I promised him we sure would in a few minutes. ( My problem is that I take the roll and can't sing while doing that, so it is hard to have a program. I must do something about that.)

We worked on our memory verse: "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." If you haven't figured out, Little J doesn't pronounce his words very well yet. I think this was the way he repeated it. "Bwessed ith the nation whose God is the ward." He was so precious and like a little sponge as he listened to every word that was being said.

When we got to church, we got our 6(It was July 4th remember)charges to their classes. I was down the hall making sure that the three got into the five year old and 1st grade classes. I heard a sweet little voice saying "That's my Chuch Lady! Hi Chuch Lady!!" It was the little 4 year old who was being taken to the restroom by his teacher.

I'll tell you, those two little boys are worth any sacrifice that may be done to teach them the Word of God. They are so sweet and hungry to be loved and taught. Once again my eyes are opened to the needs of our community. There are little J's all over Festus, and I would like to reach as many as possible.

Thank you, Lord for this opportunity!