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Finding My Way Back

This week is VBS at New Life. In the three summers since the last time I was a part of it, I've managed to forget a lot of things. A list I've been able to compile so far.

1. I will NEVER be completely happy with the rotation schedule. Why? Because I'm not the one who created it. Therefore, it will never be 100% to my liking.
2. Pastors will do crazy things to get the kids involved. i.e. Jump around on a blow-up kangaroo. Need proof? I've got video of it. Maybe I'll put it online someday.
3. No matter how much I try to prepare what I am going to be teaching, I am NEVER ready.
4. There is always going to be at least one of the other workers who drives me nuts by the end of the week. It never fails. I'm not sure yet who is going to win by the end of this week, but someone will.
5. No matter how little I do, I will always feel like collapsing into bed by the end of the night. Except tonight. Wonder why that is.
6. The face in the kitchen may change, and the snacks themselves may be different, but they are always amazing.

For all the things that don't change, though, there are a small number of huge differences this year that I've also been putting together a list of. It's a lot shorter, but I think it's a good one so far.

1. Mrs. Bobbie not running the kitchen. The last time I did VBS as a leader was her last year running it. She went on to be with the Lord a year ago February, and that's made VBS this year a bit more difficult than it used to be.
2. I'm not leading the 5th & 6th Graders. I still see them for about thirty minutes every day, but this time around I'm teaching Missions. Granted, my newfound love of missions has made the transition really smooth, but it does feel weird at moments when I stop to think about it.

Quick couple of questions - what things about VBS do you tend to forget in the time between one VBS and the next? What stays the same, and what changes from year to year?

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