Striking Gold

Thinking back over the years it is amazing how we as children think...

We know that one day we are going to live in a big house with lots of doorways. We will discover a secret passage way that will bring us through some amazing maze, full of complexity. We will majestically get through the maze only to end up by a small door, in which we of course are able to open. Behind the mysterious door, we will find a treasure box over-flowing with gold and jewels, more treasure than can possibly be spent in a life-time. We are so proud of us for striking this gold... This wonderful form of money that will solve every problem ever encountered. This beautiful treasure that everyone longs to have, and you found it. How how proud our parents would be...

Or what about imagining how we are going to somehow stumble into this long lost land or perhaps an entire undiscovered territory? One that we may be the head of, where we are the rulers. As we walk around the land we stumble into a cave, where again we find our treasure. Again, we struck gold...

Sometimes life can over power us. It can be healing to think back on our wild imaginations. As I am standing here doing the dishes, reminiscing on how life came to be the way it is. Kind of wondering what happened to the imagination of my inner child, I had dropped my sons plastic insert for his cup. I cannot find it anywhere. It is a clear piece of plastic that probably costs only about 10 cents to make. I am searching frantically trying to find it. You see, my son has a swallowing problem that this plastic insert keeps him from choking. My heart is racing. I am moving dishes from the sink to the dishwasher, over turning other dishes, getting more frantic and frantic.. "did it go down the drain??" My mind is wondering, "what happened to the days we had as children, when life was so easy?" Then wait... what is this... Can it be? It may not be the same thing that I imagined as a child, however the excitement still does not cease.... I did it, I just struck gold.

Isn't it funny how life changes?

-Christina Cooper

Disgusting!

Why do kids decide to do the most disgusting things at the most inconvenient moments?

So, I am in church right... Yeah we all know this is gonna be great...

Anyways, I am in church and I am holding my son. Behind me I hear snickering. Well my son tends to flirt with girls, so it is not unusual to hear all kinds of things coming from the back of the sanctuary. The snickering is continuing, and being the head of the youth group, I decided to shush the kids. I turn around and hear EWWW! All eyes were pointed at me. I looked at my son, and just noticed his finger in his mouth. No big deal, he is cutting his last few teeth anyways, so his finger is ALWAYS in his mouth. A few minutes later I hear it again, so right as I turn to shush the kids I see what is happening...

My son has his entire finger up his nose. It was disgusting. So I casually removed his finger. No more then I turn my head back, he is doing it again. I continuously fight his finger from his nose, then back to his mouth. It is nasty! He finally gets mad at me, and the last time I removed his finger, he shoved it in my mouth, and then he proceeded to lick my face! It was so gross!!!! The kids thought that this was hilarious, so I found it to be a great ooportunity to remind them that having kids can be disgusting. it is not always fun, though it can be very funny. :) A great lesson for my youth group!!!