Being a kid whose parents work at a church is hard.
The church becomes your second home.
You attend service after service on some weekends … four in a weekend to be exact.
My children are just about getting to the age where they don’t want to be in church that long, which I completely understand.
I get them out of their classes early so that they can hang out in my office, and the oldest will actually go into one of the main services.
There was a lot of complaining last weekend when I couldn’t check them out early or allow them to hang out with me in the office.
But, La Petite Belle showed me her very thorough notes. I think she could have actually taught the class.
She was even so thorough that she wrote out the order of service and the answers to all the questions the teacher asked. There was praise and worship, where they apparently sang a song called “Free.”
She wrote out her needs, which was to “help everyone else in need today.” For her offering, she gave “all my money and my faith and love.” (How sweet is that!)
And, at the end, she attempted to spell “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” just for fun.
Man, I love this girl.
that is so precious!
Adorable — and pretty smart. I can't spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. (Yep, that was a copy and paste work, haha!)
There was a time when both my children went to school at the church we attended. They, too, would complain about being there all the time–because, basically, we were. A lot of time has passed since then and I can say that it has paid off. It just becomes the "right" thing to be at church. It's just what you do..no question about it.
I love your daughter's notes. Having 2 boys, this is not something I get to see very often. She's adorable.
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious…..that is hilar.
That is so, so sweet!
I was a preacher's kid and remember sometimes feeling like we LIVED at the chuch.
Awesome. 🙂 I love it.
It fills your heart to see the young ones getting something from church. WE can hope for it and pray for it…
Roo can usually resight his bible verse until Wednesday, then it magically leaves him and Saturday he gets a new one. Butter wrote in her school journal she was thankful for her dolls, her family and her bible.
Praise God, our hard work is not going on deaf ears!
So cute!
I can completely relate. I remember pulling in the church parking lot when my girls were both still in car seats and they both started crying… Yep. Mom had to scale back a bit. 😉
Her ending is priceless. That's a keeper.
Sweet.
It's great she's paying so much attention!
-FringeGirl