Whew!

We just finished Vacation Bible School week. (I can feel the empathy emanating from cyber-land.)

In all seriousness, we had a fantastic week with lots of kids. I taught the Missions track for 3 year olds through 6th grade. The curriculum was from Lifeway's 'Outrigger Island', so the Missions lessons were based on missionaries who serve on tropical islands - woohoo!!

I remember thinking as a kid that to be a missionary, you had to move to the innermost villages of a rainforest without running water, oreos, or toilet paper. It seemed a very intimidating prospect.

I am thrilled to say that the kids this week were able to see that missionaries can serve ANYWHERE and do whatever it is that God has gifted them to do: surfing, singing, dancing, playing soccer, etc. Now who wouldn't want to be a missionary?? (Most everyone agreed that a trip to Hawaii would be perfect.)

It also reminded me of the great mission trips I've been on - stocking and painting a Food Bank in Atlanta, cleaning out a basement to create a homework center for inner city kids (and using a sledge hammer for the first time!), painting kids' Sunday School rooms on the Virginia Coast, teaching VBS music to Appalachian children (and bringing a little girls' hamster to the saving knowledge of Christ - it was a powerful moment), and teaching VBS and piano to orphans in the Ukraine.

But one of the greatest memories occurred on that first trip to Atlanta. It was a beautiful 50 degrees while we were there and a homeless lady came up to one of the other college students while we were stocking the shelves at the Food Bank. He talked with her about what we were doing and she said that if God really existed then He could make it snow the next day. There were around 100 college students on that trip, and when we got back to the church that night, we prayed for that woman and for God to show Himself to her.

And the next day it snowed. And not just a little.

So when you think that miracles aren't possible, remember that it snowed in Atlanta in the middle of March during Spring Break for a homeless woman who desperately wanted to hear from God.

Miracles do happen.