I went to church, since Tess was sick I volunteered Mitch to find a sub for his class so I could teach nursery. I'm so glad I did! Those sweet kids are so stinking smart. I think that's why I love nursery so much. I don't want to sound like I'm trying to take credit for teaching them everything. When I say its time to pray they know how to fold their arms, and when I show them a picture of Jesus they already know His name. I know they learned that at home. For Easter Sunday I took the lesson right out of the book so they had a little cut out of Jesus and the tomb. I told them the story once and then passed out the crayons. One sweet little boy sat his crayon down and picked up Jesus, put him in the tomb, covered the opening with a rock, turned to me and asked, "then what?". It made me smile. He could care less that there were crayons he just wanted to act out the story over and over. His Mom let me know that he was excited to tell them the story when they got home from church. Oh how I love it!
I don't know why I was called into nursery. Sometimes I think its silly since Tessa wants most of my attention. I think maybe it was because I needed to go back to the basics. When studying the gospel on my own sometimes I try to dig too deep. In nursery I teach the most basic principles in simple simple terms. I can't believe how it's strengthened my testimony. No wonder I love it so much.
Okay enough story telling..