BYBC 2012
I love Backyard Bible Club.
Singing, running around, playing games, doing crafts, eating snacks, being outside in (usually) lovely weather, young kids-what's not to love?
How about planning, doing crafts and snacks, dealing with kids that are difficult or annoying, feeling like a whole week is taken up, and many other things that are annoying or unenjoyable? Because of such things, some people dread Backyard Bible Club-but I do not mind.
To see some adorable kids you haven't in a year, to have a little shadow excited to see you, to watch tiny little girls concentrating on copying the motions for songs, to hear kids' funny attempts at saying the Bible verses, to see their excitement at BYBC and their sorrow at its end-why, I would like to do BYBC every month. (Okay...maybe not. ;-)
Hearing Bible truths and gospel songs coming out of the mouths of kids you come to love-with all their quirks and troubles, which serve to make them all the more precious-not knowing what happens in their homes, is a bittersweet moment.
And who couldn't love a place where you see kids and scenes like these?
Having little Anderson there added much enjoyment to our week, especially for Katie.
One of my favorite things from BYBC this year was watching Kristen and her cute new friend. Watching them walk around holding hands was unbearably adorable. When we prayed and Kristen put her arm over her shoulder-oh, so cute!
I recommended Melody not make this face again, but she did this each time we sang Talk, Talk. Everyone else was so fascinated by her faces that most of them just stood and watched her during that time.
I doubt that anyone was skeptical as to whether I was there, but Ryan took a picture of me in case you were.
On the last day of BYBC, the craft was making photo frames, and we gave each of the kids a picture I had taken of them. Many of them were included in the portraits above. It was so fun to hand each child their picture and see their reactions.
Backyard Bible Club is over now, and I am left with fun memories, a slight sadness at its end, a renewed desire to pray for the kids, and a looking forward to next year.
