Welcome. I think I have had this discussion about feeling welcome over fifty times in the seven years I have known woman blessing Sarah, my co-leader to two Girl Scout troops (only one in which she has a daughter), my co-coach in soccer, my co-teacher at church, and my co-yogi. In these endeavors, we always make it a priority to make the children as well as the parents feel welcome. We send invites to events we are attending outside of our scheduled events which range from VBS to Zumba at the library. We do this because in our conversations with one another we have discussed our experiences with the warm, nurturing feeling of being welcomed with open arms as well as the opposite, the loneliness which inevitably accompanies a feeling of being unwelcome.
We ended up at the church where we attend due to woman blessing Sherri who continued to welcome, invite, engage, and inquire whenever we saw her in the hallways during preschool pick-up. She is one of those people whom you feel as if you have known forever upon meeting her on day one. We finally succumbed to her advances and eventually ended up teaching Wednesday evening Bible studies to preschoolers under her direction. Now that was a warm welcome which created results.
As a child, I changed schools four times in three years as the aftermath of my parents’ divorce. As an eight-year-old, I can tell you how much a difference it made when I felt welcomed by students, teachers, and parents and when I did not. I think of this always when I work with children of all ages as well as adults (who inevitably house an inner child). Perhaps, they, too, once, twice, or several times have felt unwelcome. Wouldn’t it be incredible to be that person who allows him/her to feel welcome for the first time?
This evening I plan to welcome my Daisies and Brownies to the Cookie Rally, and I definitely plan to welcome my two volunteer Cookie Queen Goddesses with open arms. Whom do you plan to welcome today?
Adore. Reading Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday post on “Adore,” the last line really hit home with me, “‘Come, let us adore Him.'” I love hearing this song sung in church with perhaps less than ideal pitch (on my part), but much passion behind the words. This is a definite goosebump-worthy song.
Recently, my girls, hub, and I decided to write down all of the Christmas songs we could think of from memory alone. We were gathering these titles in order to play a game, found in Lynn Gordon’s52 Christmas Activities, where one player draws a scene depicting the title of a Christmas carol.
We had the best time trying to come up with song titles. All of a sudden someone would belt out the first line of a song, “Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly!” and then not much else. We had the tune down, but more often than not, a loss for complete lyrics.
When one of our girls was unfamiliar with a song title, we would search Pandora on our television so that they could hear the song in its entirety. So, our evening was spent in near dark with only their Christmas scenes lighting the room and the sound of Christmas filling the air. Adore.
Can you guess the title of the song depicted in the picture at the top?
Because. I find Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday word choices challenging. I often need to take (more than five minutes) time to think about the prompt and how it applies to my life experiences. I enjoy this time to myself to reflect because I feel it helps me grow as a writer and a child of God.
I am a firm believer in writing bribery. I encourage my students with the use of Extra Credit to respond to Writing Workshop Wednesdaysbecause I want them to grow as writers, too. They have so many thought provoking and honest issues to share with others, and I want them to know this.
There are often times I would rather sleep in (okay, I like the idea, but with two young kiddos this rarely happens) or simply be grubby for an entire Sunday. However, because my daughters look forward to their memory verses, seeing their friends, receiving their Bibles, and playing the cello in church, we make that effort on days when staying home sounds more appealing. Because I like squeezing on women blessings, wrapping my arm around my hub during the sermons, listening to such motivating messages, and hearing goosebump generating music. I am grateful afterwards (every time) for our attendance. Because.