I'm a Dumb Wimp - and Proud of It!!

In our GodTime this week, I asked the kids if they are a wimp. Puzzled expressions covered their faces and each of them shook their head no. No one likes to be called a wimp. However, since our theme this week is "Watch Out For Shortcuts", I wanted to blend the idea of God doing a good work in us over time coupled the reality of us taking negative words and making them positive in our minds.
I told the kids that when I grew up, I was called alot of bad names and although each time, it hurt deeply, I was determined to turn it around for the good and make positive acronyms of the hurtful words. So for me, wimp turned into Work In Major Progress. This new mindset helped me, because when I was called a wimp, it didn't hurt as bad, because I am a work in progress. The kids seemed to resonate with the new idea, although for many, it was a strange idea indeed. One 1st grade boy said, "I'm called dumb." So, we, as a family, turned dumb into Da bomb, Unbelievable, Marvelous, Brave. The boy's face lit up at those words. Pray that this new idea will take root and that minds can be freed from hurtful negativity and be filled with God's love and truth! I'm proud to be a dumb wimp - and you?

Building a Culture...One Heart at a Time

In the gym, the well-known safety expectation is that all bookbags and coats need to be put on the side of the gym before playing is allowed. Yesterday, however, I noticed that the 2nd& 3rd grade class of 12 students were playing in the gym while their bookbags and coats were strewn across the gym floor right where they were taken off. I also noticed that one boy in the class (I'll call him Devon) was trying to push the bookbags and coats off to the side all by himself. The conversation that followed sounded like this:
Me: Hands Up! (to get everyone's attention). Family, we have to all stop and think. We have a problem that needs solving. Can anyone look around and tell me what the problem is?
Kids: (all hands went up) We played with our bags and coats in the middle of the floor.
Me: That's right. So, how should we fix it?
Kids: (again, all hands went up and no joke - in unison said) We need to put our bags and coats to the side and fix it.
Me: Good job! So do it and make the King smile!
(I was only expecting them to put their bags and coats to the side of the gym and then play. But, without any prompting from me, after they did push their things to the side, they lined up next to Devon and each individually apologized for not being more mindful of their things so he had to do the work. After apologizing and being forgiven, they played. There were smiles all around).
Wow! Thanks, God, that their hearts are being changed into the image of You.

Abba

Occasionally in God Time, I would introduce a Hebrew name of God so that our kids would become familiar with different attributes of their King. The kids use the names (EL Shaddai, Jireh, Rapha) to address God when they thank Him for their Godspots. When I introduced Abba, the kids had a very puzzled expression on their faces. It's a tricky word to pronounce and when we had practiced the pronounciation, I told them what it meant. I wish I could accurately describe the sense of excitement, disbelief, awe, surprise, relief and amazement I saw on their faces and heard in their expressions when I said that their King is also their Daddy. Praise God that these kids are hearing the Truth that can heal any hurts and yearnings for a godly, loving Daddy.