OK, I have a confession to make.
I have not been a very good Sunday School student the past couple of weeks.
But, I have good excuses.
Last week, I "stole" someone's baby.
A beautiful baby, that little mr j is in love with.
He walks around the house singing her name.
And I've heard that there is at least one more little boy his age who is enamored of the little beauty.
I believe there may be more.
And that in a few years, there may be issues and adventures dealing with the affections of her heart and these wonderful boys.
We shall see.
Fortunately, she has a big brother who will protect her.
(A big brother who always has a smile on his precious face.)
Anyway, I got to hold her for two hours!
So I listened to the lessons and did my little responsibilities.
And really enjoyed holding her.
This week we had wonderful meetings.
Here's your message:
We need to be thankful for the sacrifices that have been made for us and sometimes we will be asked to make sacrifices for others.
I know it's short, but I made a mistake and sat by a friend, whom I will not sit by again, because I wanted to talk to her the whole time. That is not condusive to learning and it was very rude of me. I will repent, maybe.
So, if I don't sit by you at church, that is a good thing. It means that I love you enough to let you listen and learn. And I am practicing my self control.
In fact, I used this technique so well in a congregation in Texas, that nobody knew that a certain person and I were very best friends. It was funny.
And just so you know, I am not tempted to talk to my kids during church.
So I can sit by them. I love to keep them quiet.
I have mastered the art of the "giving of the eye" and the slight poke on the shoulder. My favorite by far, though, is the quick "shh," shake no of my head, followed by another quick "shh." It is especially fun when they think I've missed their sneaky shenannigans and my attack is a surprise.
I will pay better attention next week.
I will make that sacrifice for you.
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