That's right. The fall festival at my church created a little kids dream. Carnival games, face painting, a climbing wall...add some candy and the day lives in infamy. Especially for the kids living two blocks away from church who cannot afford the NC State fair.
Word spread like wildfire and they came in handfuls.
One 5th grader from my community, in his exuberance, arrived early and tried out one of the inflatables unsupervised. Somehow the unfortunate experience left its mark. He now has a shiner.
Three girls attended the festival with me, one wore my homemade orange tutu. I think the orange mesh is still tussled in a wad on my backseat.
The event was such a success my 3rd grader neighbor called and invited herself to church with me. She and her sister, the kid I tutor, showed up promptly at my stoop at 8:15am. Maybe they wondered if the church had inflatables?
Now they are hooked and love church.
After her first Sunday School experience, the 3rd grader presented me with a decorated page with the words I love Jessie. Jessie? She shyly confessed she was suppose to write Jesus. I kept her picture.
So it is true, God can use anything. Even orange tutus and pony rides.
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