Kids Rule

Today ended our first 3 day English Camp this year.
I'm wiped. With a very large and sticky cloth.
Steve and I had a little time to shine; a few hours where we were the only ones looking after a horde of 14 kids. Ideally, within the first five minutes, one kid had an accident and started howling, two kids started a fistfight, another kid started complaining of a fever, and the rest of the kids ran outside and started playing in the backyard.
It was super fun.
We just ended a barbeque. I had fun talking with the parents of the kids. There's this one kid that's SUPER smart (who I'm going to recruit for the Family, lord willing). He's a genius, I swear. I was talking to his Mom and I couldn't express how impressed I was by him. He's a young mad scientist.
Then there's this other kid who's super cute, but majorly vain. I totally loved him cause every time I got near him to take pictures, he would start posing with his hand in his hair, with these heavy, nostalgic looks on his face. He'd be like "is that a good pose?" and TOTALLY serious about it too. It got a little creepy. But I got tons of photos of him. I feel like a psycho.
It's great to be busy. There is no holier feeling than ending a day of frantic service for the Lord, and wanting nothing more than to drift into the arms of Morpheus (or Jesus, whichever you prefer).
If I should die before I wake, I pray thee Lord my soul will take.
Amen.