Faithful
This morning a young woman hopped around the church and shared with me that she was singing a solo. I aked her in what part of the service because I did not want to miss it! As this middle schooler stepped toward the microphone and sang about our incredible God, my eyes began to fill with tears. You see two years ago, this little lady came to our AWANA club via the bus ministry. One night she got very upset with the directions that were given to her and I had to literally use safe physical managment techniques to contain her. She is my height and could probably flatten me. My friend, Tom, stood close by making his presense known as he allowed me to work through this struggle with her. It left me mentally, emotionally, and physically whipped! BUT, for some crazy reason, she continued to come to AWANA. I sought her out each week in attempt to mend my relationship with he...