It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm grateful. For the good group of kids we had, the kind and fun volunteers, the gospel freshly -- newly! -- imparted to young ears, no major catastrophes, no blood, and no emergencies.
It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm relieved. My sky high, sword-sharp mental energy has steadily depleted over the week, and a part of me is eager for a rest from VBS.
It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm sad. I'll genuinely miss (most of) these kids and their silliness and their sweetness and their stories and their drawings and their questions and their smiles.
It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm happy. I'm glad to have joined in it all and glad to be done for another year.
It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm hopeful. We plant seeds, but God gives the growth -- and many seeds were planted this week.
It's the last day of VBS ... and I'm ready for a nap.