Just a glimpse of our every day crazy..

At the apple orchard, kids are playing, I have no idea what I was doing, trying to round our stuff up I think.

Friend: "That's Megan, she's in charge of our kids' ministry."

Person I haven't met: "Oh, great! Are these all of your kids?"

Friend: "Well, not all of them. See that little blonde boy with no pants who just put that chip-clip on his penis? He's Megan's. And that other blonde boy peeing on the tree? He's Megan's too."

Don't worry. The kids' ministry is in good hands.

Raising a misson-minded preschooler.

Is it possible to raise a mission minded preschooler? At the very least, I know it's possible to raise a hospitable, compassionate, loving one. The other day I was a few minutes early picking William up from preschool. He was eating his snack with his classmates and one of the assistants was sitting next to him. After a few minutes of chatting, William told me that he invited all of his friends and teachers to come play video games. I told him how great that was, and sometime we could do that. A few minutes later the assistant(a mid 50s Saudi woman) told me about this interaction.

Her: Nodding at William "He is very special. I have henna on my fingers, you know henna?"

I told her I was indeed familiar with henna.

Her: "Most of the other kids ask me what it is and are afraid for me to touch them, they think it will come off. William asked me what it was, shrugged his shoulders, and was fine with it. He was the only one!"

I love that my baby was so accepting of this. I love that in his own sweet way, he made this woman feel accepted and loved. The missions of children are so much more than we realize sometimes.