We learned about the biggest gift of all this morning...Jesus! For a snack the kids made their own mangers with a cookie baby Jesus inside. Because they were quickly eaten we took pictures so you mommies and daddies can see their handiwork!
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Monday, December 10, 2012
The Messenger.
A whole bucket of burdens were on my back as I got ready to teach the 2-5 year olds in first service yesterday morning. I struggled to hold my composure. I broke into tears a couple of times as I put things in place. and again when dear friend asked me how I was doing, "fine, just a lot of little things on my mind" I said, but the tears on my cheeks told a story more complicated. I knew that I would enjoy teaching the kids this morning. I was just trying to put those burdens down long enough to really be with the kids.
I picked up the bible during snack and told them the story of the Angel Gabriel's good news to Mary. Then I put the book down and asked them about ways they can talk to God. "God can talk to you with an angel, that happens all the time, or God can say something to you himself" "If you are ever alone or quiet that's a good time to talk to God". Then we prayed together and thanked God for all the things he gives us and I said, "OK now were going to be quiet for just a second and have a chance to listen in case God wants to tell us something." I paused for 5 seconds maximum, thinking, "oh well this will be a good practice for listening for that still small voice". When I opened my eyes a little 4 year old boy popped out of his seat and said, "I heard Him!"
"You heard God." I said, "What did he say?"
He had the biggest grin on his face and he said, "It's going to be alright"
Tears filled my eyes. I think that little boy grew 2 inches from before that prayer to after. You could see that he felt like a son of God, not disconnected or insignificant.
A few minutes later I shared what had happened with the little boy's mom. She said, "Oh Allison, He's been dealing with fear at night this is so important for him!" Then she said that the little guy had also been frustrated because he had never heard God speak to him and wanted to so badly. This was a big deal to this little boy. To know that he was important to God and comforted in his fear. I wish you could have seen his shiny and happy face!
After Sunday school I went home to pick up my little family. A whole host of problems were waiting for me there. I didn't make it back to church. So many cares and worries around my neck I felt like I drown in my sadness at some points in the next 24 hours.
When it happened I had felt a little badly for that mom at Sunday school earlier. Bad that she had not heard this little boy's conversation with God firsthand, or in her own house. Now at my house I knew that God had let me in on this conversation, because I desperately needed to hear "It's going to be alright". It was a message for that boy, but it was a message for me too. I am not alone in my fear, he is comforting me. He let me know ahead of time so that I wouldn't despair He cared enough to send me the message like he did for Mary. Only my messenger was a beautiful little boy. He knows me so well, I love little boy messengers.
Thank you for seeing my through my fears and sorrows today and thank you God for my little Gabriel yesterday.
“The LORD confides in those who fear him; he makes his covenant known to them. My eyes are ever on the LORD, for only he will release my feet from the snare.”
I picked up the bible during snack and told them the story of the Angel Gabriel's good news to Mary. Then I put the book down and asked them about ways they can talk to God. "God can talk to you with an angel, that happens all the time, or God can say something to you himself" "If you are ever alone or quiet that's a good time to talk to God". Then we prayed together and thanked God for all the things he gives us and I said, "OK now were going to be quiet for just a second and have a chance to listen in case God wants to tell us something." I paused for 5 seconds maximum, thinking, "oh well this will be a good practice for listening for that still small voice". When I opened my eyes a little 4 year old boy popped out of his seat and said, "I heard Him!"
"You heard God." I said, "What did he say?"
He had the biggest grin on his face and he said, "It's going to be alright"
Tears filled my eyes. I think that little boy grew 2 inches from before that prayer to after. You could see that he felt like a son of God, not disconnected or insignificant.
A few minutes later I shared what had happened with the little boy's mom. She said, "Oh Allison, He's been dealing with fear at night this is so important for him!" Then she said that the little guy had also been frustrated because he had never heard God speak to him and wanted to so badly. This was a big deal to this little boy. To know that he was important to God and comforted in his fear. I wish you could have seen his shiny and happy face!
After Sunday school I went home to pick up my little family. A whole host of problems were waiting for me there. I didn't make it back to church. So many cares and worries around my neck I felt like I drown in my sadness at some points in the next 24 hours.
When it happened I had felt a little badly for that mom at Sunday school earlier. Bad that she had not heard this little boy's conversation with God firsthand, or in her own house. Now at my house I knew that God had let me in on this conversation, because I desperately needed to hear "It's going to be alright". It was a message for that boy, but it was a message for me too. I am not alone in my fear, he is comforting me. He let me know ahead of time so that I wouldn't despair He cared enough to send me the message like he did for Mary. Only my messenger was a beautiful little boy. He knows me so well, I love little boy messengers.
Thank you for seeing my through my fears and sorrows today and thank you God for my little Gabriel yesterday.
“The LORD confides in those who fear him; he makes his covenant known to them. My eyes are ever on the LORD, for only he will release my feet from the snare.”
Sunday, December 2, 2012
The Humble Stage
Lately there has been a lot of whining (and not all from me), a lot of tattle tailing and tantrums at the Keys' house. I have been tempted to threaten no Christmas presents and sing the "Better not pout" song.
I have been decorating, planning presents, and creating special times with these kids, but no one seems any jollier darn it! I've been prayerfully disciplining, and yes many times yelling, and all the time wondering what am I doing wrong?
Jonathan, whom I love dearly, has been following me around chanting, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" five times before he will ask me for something, and then it is a puzzle to understand the question.
Wonderful Dorathea has hit another emotional stage. She's been melting into a puddle of tears at the least problem.
To top it off I've been tearing up at every Carol this December that mentions Jesus birth. "Am I just as emotional as my kids?" I asked God today.
He said it was, "Because you are in the Humble Stage".
I teared up at those words (again). The Humble Stage. I am herding small children all day, wiping mouths and bottoms, cleaning, teaching (ahem trying not to yell), all day every day. When I try to add up the accomplishments of each day, they don't. There are no more papers, or professional tasks to check off my lists, the list is neverending now and there are still so many dreams I'm waiting to live out.
I am in the Humble stage of life. There is no glamour or prestige in parenting small children, (unless maybe your involved in Padgents, or have a child prodigy of some sort?).
Jesus was born into the humble stage. He choose to be born in a smelly barn with animals and to make his bed in a trough. And this was only the beginning of his sacrifice for us. Why was this important? Because God choose to be like us, to be with us. And he knew being humble was important.
"A man's pride will bring him low, But a humble spirit will obtain honor." Proverbs 29:23
Jesus was held by a woman like me. She had an amazing calling, but in the meantime there were more boxes then she could check off. She was the most blessed of all women and she had her baby seemingly out of wedlock, in a barn, away from her family, and she was so young. She was humbled, yet chosen to do the most important work of all. She had obstacles in the way of her calling, but the Lord was cheering her on. "Blessed are you among women!" her cousin sang
"Though the LORD is on high, he looks upon the lowly, but the proud he knows from afar." Psalm 138:8
He chooses to be with me so it doesn't matter how anyone, even I see me. He chooses to honor me for my sacrifices, my sacrifice of all of me all my time and energy. My sacrifice of prestige and honor as the world sees me for who he says I am right now.
"Strength and honor are her clothing, and she shall rejoice in time to come." Proverbs 31
So now I know when Jonathan does his "Mommy" chant that this must be how rockstars feel when the paparatzi call thier names and pepper them with questions.
And someday Dorathea's wealth of emotions will grow into empathy. Empathy that God will use to deeply love and effect those around her.
The best part is, at least this Humble season is full of play with my favorite two little faces. I think Mary smiled too looking at the little face of hope that was resting in her love. The humble spirit obtains honor indeed.
I have been decorating, planning presents, and creating special times with these kids, but no one seems any jollier darn it! I've been prayerfully disciplining, and yes many times yelling, and all the time wondering what am I doing wrong?
Wonderful Dorathea has hit another emotional stage. She's been melting into a puddle of tears at the least problem.
To top it off I've been tearing up at every Carol this December that mentions Jesus birth. "Am I just as emotional as my kids?" I asked God today.
He said it was, "Because you are in the Humble Stage".
I teared up at those words (again). The Humble Stage. I am herding small children all day, wiping mouths and bottoms, cleaning, teaching (ahem trying not to yell), all day every day. When I try to add up the accomplishments of each day, they don't. There are no more papers, or professional tasks to check off my lists, the list is neverending now and there are still so many dreams I'm waiting to live out.
I am in the Humble stage of life. There is no glamour or prestige in parenting small children, (unless maybe your involved in Padgents, or have a child prodigy of some sort?).
Jesus was born into the humble stage. He choose to be born in a smelly barn with animals and to make his bed in a trough. And this was only the beginning of his sacrifice for us. Why was this important? Because God choose to be like us, to be with us. And he knew being humble was important.
"A man's pride will bring him low, But a humble spirit will obtain honor." Proverbs 29:23
Jesus was held by a woman like me. She had an amazing calling, but in the meantime there were more boxes then she could check off. She was the most blessed of all women and she had her baby seemingly out of wedlock, in a barn, away from her family, and she was so young. She was humbled, yet chosen to do the most important work of all. She had obstacles in the way of her calling, but the Lord was cheering her on. "Blessed are you among women!" her cousin sang
"Though the LORD is on high, he looks upon the lowly, but the proud he knows from afar." Psalm 138:8
He chooses to be with me so it doesn't matter how anyone, even I see me. He chooses to honor me for my sacrifices, my sacrifice of all of me all my time and energy. My sacrifice of prestige and honor as the world sees me for who he says I am right now.
"Strength and honor are her clothing, and she shall rejoice in time to come." Proverbs 31
So now I know when Jonathan does his "Mommy" chant that this must be how rockstars feel when the paparatzi call thier names and pepper them with questions.
And someday Dorathea's wealth of emotions will grow into empathy. Empathy that God will use to deeply love and effect those around her.
The best part is, at least this Humble season is full of play with my favorite two little faces. I think Mary smiled too looking at the little face of hope that was resting in her love. The humble spirit obtains honor indeed.
"Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin," Zechariah 4:10
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The Blessing Tree
The Blessing Tree
And if anyone who is my disciple gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones, truly I tell you, that person will certainly not lose their reward- Matthew 10:42
This is a great opportunity to teach our kids the truth about giving this holiday.
2nd Corintians 9:7
God loves a cheerful giver.
Isaiah 58:10
10 Feel for hungry people and give them food. Help those who are troubled and satisfy their needs. Then your light will shine in the darkness. You will be like the bright sunshine at noon.
Isaiah 58:10
10 Feel for hungry people and give them food. Help those who are troubled and satisfy their needs. Then your light will shine in the darkness. You will be like the bright sunshine at noon.
Proverbs 9:17
If you help the poor, you are lending to the LORD--and he will repay you!
1 John 3:17-18 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love live in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth
Some ideas for how kids can get dollars to give?
- Have little fingers raid the sofa and heck, under the beds and car floors for change.
- Do chores for say, 25 cents a piece or more for bigger jobs. Need your windows washed? Want your bathroom sink to shine? Set those little people to work!
- Make a your dining room into a restaurant and have your kids serve you dinner! Enjoy a meal sitting down as they play waiter, bringing the plates and clearing them away, and then be sure to tip your waiters.
- Ask them how they want to earn the money. Set those entrepenuer minds to work!
Instruct them to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, 19storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is life indeed.1 Timothy 6:18;
Sunday, November 4, 2012
What's In A Name, by Jen Cesario 2s and 3s teacher
The first and only time that I heard the audible voice of God was one evening while I was lying in bed. Just about to fall asleep, I heard the Lord clearly say my name. That was all that I heard. Just my name. "Jennifer." I can't explain it, but hearing the Lord call my name brought me great delight...and comfort. It reminded me of how intimately acquainted He is with me. And, too, there's just something special about hearing someone say your name.
This was made very clear to me one Sunday morning when I was the lead person in the 4 & 5 year old room at my church. Normally, I am the lead in the 2 & 3 year old room; however, this particular Sunday I was covering for someone else.
After I got over my initial shock by the quantum difference between the "interactive level" of the 4 & 5s versus the 2 & 3s...(Can I just say that I had A LOT of offers from the 4/5 girls to assist, yea, even RUN the classroom that morning! 
)...I then had to get acquainted with the children and their names.
)...I then had to get acquainted with the children and their names.
Many of them were "graduates" from my 2 & 3 year old class; however, many were new to me. Then there was the added challenge of siblings in both classrooms. Which, on this particular morning, was the case. I am quite familiar with precious, little Mercy Rich who is a regular attender in the 2 & 3 year old class; however, I am less familiar with her bigger but close look-alike sister, Grace--who, of course, is a "regular" in the 4 & 5 year old room.
So, there I sat at the front of the classroom...trying to get the attention of my highly interactive 4 & 5 year old precious little ones...when one of the Rich girls was very involved in a conversation with another child. I called her name several times to try to get her attention. "Mercy." "Mercy, eyes up front, please." "Mercy." The more I called her name and the more that she didn't respond; I have to admit, the more the fruit of my spirit was being tested 
. After a few moments of this, the polite little girl turned to me and said, "My name is Grace." Ha! You can imagine my embarrassment...and my quick repentance for nearly loosing my composure.
. After a few moments of this, the polite little girl turned to me and said, "My name is Grace." Ha! You can imagine my embarrassment...and my quick repentance for nearly loosing my composure.
I profusely apologized to Grace and clumsily tried to explain that I thought she was her sister, Mercy...and that I am so used to having Mercy in class that I forgot that I was in the 4 & 5 year old class where it's Grace and not Mercy and blah, blah, blah.
It was only later in the day...when my surroundings and my spirit were quieted...that the Lord reminded me of the value of a name...and the importance of knowing a name. Like "Jesus." The name above ALL names. Kind of like that!
Anyway, it was one of those "accidental" lessons that morning. One that I won't forget. And all I can say is, "Thanks for granting me mercy, Grace!"
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Tiny Armoured Ones
This is the first week of our October Memory Verse; "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"
We learned about the armor of God as we recited the verse for the first time. The kids were so enthralled as I showed them the shield of Faith in the second service class I taught and that I introduced the whole armor of God to them including the peace shoes we imagined and then put on.
We practiced fighting dark forces and talked about how our fight is against these forces and not people.
How fun to equip small warriors. So send them out parents to try their armor out!- Allison K
Best Friends
My favorite thing about the curriculum at DP little kids is that we don't teach the kids to "be good" but that they are loved by a loving God. Last month (September) we learned that Jesus is their best best friend.
Our memory verse for September was "There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother" Proverbs 18:24. (That's them in the first picture singing the memory verse song which you can find here) I wrote a little song too that we worshiped to called "Jesus is my Best Friend", hope to add that to the worship song list here soon . We told the kids that that that friend is Jesus. Jesus died for them and made them exactly like they are because he loves them more than anyone.
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