Worship Wednesday - New Today
For the past few weeks, I have heard my four-year-old say the words, "I hate my..." and it breaks my heart and makes me mad because it never fails it is something she is very blessed to have. This morning when she decided she didn't like her shoes anymore because her sock was twisted, I knew we had to find a new perspective. And as I talked to her, I realized I have been doing the same thing. It has been six months, almost seven since camp was filled with people. It has been almost four months since I ate in the dining hall. I miss the counselors and the campers. I miss the noise. I actually miss all of the car doors shutting right in front of my house during naptime. Ok, maybe I don't miss that but I do miss the people. I haven't seen a quilter since February. I find myself staring at the walls in the Welcome Center struggling to find a reason to even be at work today! This morning, I decided that I needed to teach my daughter how to be grateful. A lesson, tha...