tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236238965649465506.post1578692108422963019..comments2013-03-31T00:01:39.428-07:00Comments on Homespun Happiness: Our SanctificationLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003813683846447132noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236238965649465506.post-78798739282871108252009-10-26T15:29:54.185-07:002009-10-26T15:29:54.185-07:00I really can understand what you're talking ab...I really can understand what you're talking about, if from a slightly different angle.<br /><br />You know how very anti-kids I was for the longest time. And how it took prolonged, repeated exposure to them for me to love on even the Richardson kids. I couldn't relate to kids, and to me they were in the way of what I was concerned with.<br /><br />Since moving to CA and getting involved at HCF, God has done some really crazy things in my heart. The sort of subtle change that I didn't realize had happened until it DID. I started working in the toddler room, mostly as support to another mom/teacher, and from there, into the nursery, 3/4 grade class, 1-6 grade early hour. I had a revelation last spring when a friend turned to me with her 2 month old, dumped him in my arms, and walked off to deal with her older child. <br /><br />I was terrified for children. I hid it under a veneer of indifference or dislike, but it was fear that kept me apart. Fear FOR them, not of them. Being given a friend's very small, squirmy, soft and vulnerable baby didn't happen to me that much. From that point, my obligation to care for the children of my church became my blessing, and a source of joy as I'm waiting for that part of my life to (inevitably) start.The Rainbow Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14956335639232145503noreply@blogger.com