It’s okay to mix the play-doh

Two years ago God called me to work with preschoolers. I cried. My flesh practically threw a temper tantrum.

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But, I obeyed. The first thing I did was help set up the preschool area at our church. (Our church, the Commons, meets in a school. So, we have to set up every week. And I love it.) I guess God was finished changing me through setting up the foyer. Yes, if you are obsessive compulsive like me, God can change you by setting up and tearing down a foyer every Sunday . . . there are crumbs in the foyer! Because there are kids in the foyer! Have you ever watched a kid rip open a packet of hot chocolate and try to pour it into a cup that is smaller in diameter than the packet? And it just so happens that when you live in the Pacific Northwest, kids can practically drink hot chocolate year round. Even when it is warm outside, if kids see hot chocolate they will want to drink it anyway. Eventually, hot chocolate got taken off of the menu. We still have the crumbs, but they don’t bother me anymore.

Anyway, back to preschool. One thing led to another and soon I was changing diapers, teaching two year olds, and getting craft supplies ready for the next week. And then, next thing I know, I’m pregnant! I was completely shocked. First, I didn’t want to work with preschoolers, and now, one of them is going to live with me!!

By the end of 2009 I found out in an e-mail that I was the preschool leader at our church. I am still not sure if my pastor and friend planned it this way so I wouldn’t say no or if he just forgot to ask. It made sense, since by now I was in charge of planning the curriculum and scheduling the teachers and volunteers. I was still convinced though that this was someone else’s calling and I was “filling in the gap”.

It wasn’t until last January, a full year after the Lord had called me to preschool ministry, that I had a revelation. It was my calling. I cried. Again. Somehow I had let my pride convince me that I was destined for something “greater”. There isn’t any greatness in changing a diaper or shopping for craft supplies. There is no greatness is organizing a spreadsheet of volunteers or having to find a replacement for one of them at the last minute.

And then it hit me. I wasn’t supposed to be great. God was.

And then I cried some more because I felt like such a looser. But after that I decided to become a Preschool Leader. And believe me when I tell you, God had some things to teach me. And so did the preschoolers: Did you know that it is okay to mix the play-doh colors? And to come to church with a tattoo on your forehead? No one had ever taught me these things before!

Now, I love loving preschoolers. When one of them names their baby doll after me or comes up to give me a hug. . . even if my only reward is a painted red heart covered in stickers hanging on my refrigerator. . . these things now, to me, are greatness.

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