The Ninety and Nine

I ate too many skittles and I can't go to sleep. Whether one is the direct result of the other, I'm not so sure.

If I were the twittering addict type and you were the follower of such tweets, your head would have spun from the number of things I did this week. Most days I went straight from work to Crocodile Dock also known as our Vacation Bible School. Greg and I started planning for this week in March and for it to be over is a sigh of relief and a sigh of good sadness. It felt like summer camp. Kids got saved. Kids who didn't ask of Jesus the offical request left knowing a little more about God and for that we must rejoice. Kids had fun and felt loved. After a week like that I can't understand WHY I would want to live for anything less than that. To live to serve the Lord and to long for others to do the same. When I think about the calling of a Christian and the cost that that entails it is a huge thing, it's intense. And if it hits me in the right way, it won't go down easily. It's meant to be intense and personal and crazy and the opposite of what I used to know. Most of the time I don't do it right. Most of the time my thoughts aren't right and my actions don't match my words. But the way God pursues us and won't stop until He gets us makes it all worth it. It makes answering that calling a possibility.

I'm reading up in Luke 15 about the lost sheep and I wonder how the sheep got lost in the first place. I mean did the little guy just see something better and left to get it instead? Or did the little guy just lose focus for just a while and didn't realize that the crew had left without him? All I know is that I used to be a sheep. And God didn't stop until He got me. He's not satisfied with 99. As I read through that this week, I realized that VBS would have been a success even with just one kid. If one kid came to our church for 3 hours a night it would have been worth it, and we wouldn't have done anything different.