Bubbles

If I was a substance I think I may want to be bubbles. Watching them float in the wind, dodging the jumping kids’ hands and faces makes me smile. A lot. For children’s ministry at Mozambique bubbles was a favorite. At first the kids would sit back, shyly watching the foreign object float away. Then as they discovered the popping sensation, they run all over the show. I think it may sound egotistical but the feeling of having a whole pile of kids surrounding you laughing and shouting is one of the most joyful feelings I’ve experienced. My face erupts into uncontrollable smiles and laughter. We both became experts and directing kids to blow bubbles and came out all the sticker.