Two days that feel like coasting... they just...went by. That's rather amazing.
Today we made badges to point people to our King, to remind ourselves of the call to be part of the true Kingdom, while we're here in the crumples. "To the King!" they wrote, and glued their little construction paper crowns on green circles, then slapped them on their shirts with masking tape. Hurrah! In the twinkling of an eye, we heard today. With a trumpet blast, we heard today! We made our own trumpet noises. And dreamed of a sound the whole world can hear. Be ready, be ready, be ready....
At naptime today, i heard a sudden trumpeting from the carpet zone. I trip-toe over chairs and feet to get to F., who's sprawled among the beanbags. "I'm glad you're trumpeting," I tell him, "and we might hear God's trumpet any time now. But naptime is not the right time for YOU to make your own trumpeting sound. Please wait till we're outside." He wants me to make him a trumpet. I improvise with yellow construction paper. Human trumpets just don't last. We need the real one.
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