What I Never Expected from Bible Club

When I first joined Johnson Avenue Bible Club, I expected to be pushing swings, telling Bible lessons, playing tag, and losing miserably at our basketball games. I even expected to make friends with the leaders and children and to find a place where I could fit in serving God.

I expected all that stuff.

It’s the other part of Bible club that I never expected, yet it changed my life forever.
I definitely didn’t expect the little children who attended each week to become my children. Even now as I write, I know that I have only two more short weeks to influence their lives before I graduate and move on, and the very thought of leaving behind my children makes me cry.

I know that I love those kids so much, but every week I am surprised by their love for me. I didn’t expect one little girl to save the chair next to her during the lesson saying, “I want Miss Gloria to sit here by me.” I didn’t expect my eyes to fill with standing tears as a little boy begged for me to be the one who pushed him "higher and higher" on the swing. I didn’t expect to cry laughing as I tried to teach a three-year-old how to hula hoop. And I didn’t expect to learn more about God than I was teaching the children.

But somehow it happened, and now every Sunday afternoon, I sit on the swing with two young girls whose legs still don’t touch the ground as they eat their afternoon snack. I sigh because I know I can touch their lives for only two more weeks, and then my role in their eternal destinies will be finished. And I must reconcile with myself that I gave them everything God expected me to give. Suddenly my Sunday afternoons don’t seem like enough.

And I never expected to feel that way.

The thoughts and opinions expressed in Life in the Nest are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Pensacola Christian College.
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