Warms the Heart....aww
Funny how things come around. For the past few Sundays, I have been attending the Chinese service at my church. Rationale? Simple. I serve in the Kids Ministry teaching Sunday school to a group of 9-year-olds for the English service. When it ends, it's time for the Chinese service. Although I belong to the Youth Network, somehow I figured I am not into the teenybopper phase, hopping around like a Energiser bunny. Totally find it hard to relate to that. So rather than not attending service altogether, I figured Chinese service is a good one.
And people who know me will know I have a major problem with Chinese. The stuff just flies past me. But surprisingly, I was quite ministered to during the service, especially the worship. Guess when it comes to His Word, languages are not a handicap.
Anyway, this past Sunday, I was waiting with my group of kids for their parents to pick them up. A boy's mom came up to me, and told me that her son really likes me, and looks forward to and enjoys coming to Sunday school. I was like, 'oh, thank you.' And smiled at her. But really, it's moments like this that I know my 'sacrifice' is worth it. Really warms the heart.....to hear such an affirming statement from one of the kids' parents. Guess one of my key language of love is words of affirmation.
Many a time, I would be berating myself for being so foolhardy, to volunteer for Sunday school at the English service means I have to drag myself out of bed at 6.45 am every single Sunday. Believe you me, I had a major problem adjusting. Add to the fact that my church is located at the other end of the island, it would be sheer madness. But I am glad I hung in there, and gradually adjusted to it (with no small amount of help from a can of Coke to kickstart my engine).
Hmm, maybe I am really starting to get attached to the group of kids. I mean, I see various aspects of myself when I was their age in each of the boys, which makes it real easy to relate to them. They can be a handful at times, but really underneath that, they do say the most riotous things. And of course, it helps too that I really like them.
And people who know me will know I have a major problem with Chinese. The stuff just flies past me. But surprisingly, I was quite ministered to during the service, especially the worship. Guess when it comes to His Word, languages are not a handicap.
Anyway, this past Sunday, I was waiting with my group of kids for their parents to pick them up. A boy's mom came up to me, and told me that her son really likes me, and looks forward to and enjoys coming to Sunday school. I was like, 'oh, thank you.' And smiled at her. But really, it's moments like this that I know my 'sacrifice' is worth it. Really warms the heart.....to hear such an affirming statement from one of the kids' parents. Guess one of my key language of love is words of affirmation.
Many a time, I would be berating myself for being so foolhardy, to volunteer for Sunday school at the English service means I have to drag myself out of bed at 6.45 am every single Sunday. Believe you me, I had a major problem adjusting. Add to the fact that my church is located at the other end of the island, it would be sheer madness. But I am glad I hung in there, and gradually adjusted to it (with no small amount of help from a can of Coke to kickstart my engine).
Hmm, maybe I am really starting to get attached to the group of kids. I mean, I see various aspects of myself when I was their age in each of the boys, which makes it real easy to relate to them. They can be a handful at times, but really underneath that, they do say the most riotous things. And of course, it helps too that I really like them.
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