Clawing my way up the slippery slope one day at a time.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Well there we were, Superman and I, planted on our little chairs in Nursery. The little darlings were fighting playing sweetly with the race tracks and dolly furniture. The last little boy to arrive brought his own Book of Mormon. He was very excited to have his own book of scripture. We asked him if he wanted to hold it or put it on the table. The overwhelming desire to play with the train consumed his little soul. He put the book down. Then from the corner of the room we hear a tiny little chipmunk voice say 'This isn't a scripture class anyway.' Ah, well thank you special little spirit.....it had only been moments from my last failure and the taste was beginning to leave my mouth......I couldn't quite remember what it was like. But now I do. That's right, no scriptures are being used in our Nursery.