We were on the road by around 9:30. Well, after we stopped at Randall’s for some gas and to pick up a prescription. Waco was in our sites.
First came our required stop at Buc-ees. That accounted for a bathroom break, of course. We also grabbed something to eat. Chris had a cold meat and cheese cup. I had a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit. My favorite Buc-ees fare for sure. We also had some cantaloupe for dessert. Well, that and some cinnamon Buc-ees bites.
We arrived around 2:30. Got a quick, through-the-door tour of their new deck (they just sealed it, so no walking on it yet). Christi also gave Chris the thirty-seconds tour of their new washing machine. Meanwhile, Luke and Caleb entertained me with tales of current and historical/hysterical basketball games.
Last night we went to Family Vacation Bible School. Free supper, then activities and Bible study for all ages. The night began with everyone gathering in the worship center. High energy music was playing, and as a result, there were lots of little kids dancing.
I went to the front of the room to take a picture of some of the props. They had a huge spider made from a kids’ plastic swimming pool. Genius. But that wasn’t what held my attention.
I noticed a tiny little sprite of girl, cute as a button, dancing her heart out. And she kept looking up at me as if to implore, “Join me.” What could I do? I may or may not have joined her. And that little whippersnapper amazed me with her moves. I did my best to keep up with her, trying to mimic the moves she was putting down. I’m not sure she meant to, but she taught me a dance called “The Superhero.” She twirled and swayed and kicked and hopped and then suddenly dropped into the best rendition of a superhero landing after leaping over a tall building in a single bound. You know, one foot back, one hand on the ground in front, and the other arm hovering above your body in the back. Picture Spider-Man.
After at least ten minutes of dancing with her that felt like an hour, we got word that the session was about to start. I knelt on one knee and thanked her for the dance. I asked her name. That’s all it took. Arya introduced herself, declared that she was three years old, and started talking about her life and family and much other stuff that I couldn’t follow, other than to nod and respond to her dramatic gestures and facial expressions. We finally were forced to return to our seats, but not before Arya shyly said, “You are my best friend.” Well, that almost brought me to tears. Got me a special new friend, folks.
Once the service time started I received my second “surprise” of the night. Michelle, the Minister to Children and Families, called me up to the stage to join the teenagers in leading the group in a song and … dance. Again … what could I do? I may or may not have obliged.
Now, the teenagers all seemed to be doing the exact same dance. As were a large portion of the kids in the crowd. Something akin to the Macarena on steroids. I think I missed something. No one showed me how to do it. But did I let that stop me? Well … let’s just say, I may or may not have created a few moves of my own.
Josh’s Ten Commandments teaching with the adults was fabulous, of course. That guy is quite the teacher. Josh, not Moses. Although I suppose Moses did a pretty decent job as well …
Matthew 18:3-5 says, “I assure you,” He said, “unless you are converted and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child — this one is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one child like this in My name welcomes Me.”
Father, thank you for little Arya and her unbridled joy in the dance. Help me learn from her. Amen.
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