VBS Day Four

I wake up with a good attitude.  I’m a morning person though I don’t always like getting out of bed.  I like reading in the bed which now means reading the paper on the internet.  I realize now that while I am a morning person, when I don’t get enough sleep, then I’m a morning person short on patience.  So combine the lack of patience with my kids who aren’t morning people and what you have was what happened on day four of VBS.  People getting in trouble left and right, pushing people out the door, so I could get to work on time.  Not a great way to start the day.

Tonight, they had Burger King.  I was keeping it healthy.  I thought about packing dinners for them, but I couldn’t logistically figure out when I would do that.  Would I do it as I was ready to collapse after we got home from VBS?  Or would I get my non-sleeping, tired can’t go back to sleep self, up and out of bed to make it in the morning?  Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.  It was only for a week and it wasn’t happening again until VBS next year, maybe.

We got to the church right on time.  The kids kept calling it AWANA, but after trying to correct them a time or two I let it go.  They were happy to be back with their leaders and their AWANA friends.  It seemed like VBS was a big success, they were truly enjoying themselves.

Tonight at the parents’ house was fellowship time.  It could have meant me talking to the people I didn’t know who were at the house, but since it’s me I stuck to the group I knew and we chatted.  It was an interesting chat time, somehow we began talking about when we gave our lives to Christ.  One gentleman talked about being raised in a non-religious household in Hawaii.  After he had his kids, he knew there was more.  There was something out there, but he wasn’t sure what it was.  So he and his wife went on search, different churches, different religions, until finally God revealed himself to them.  He said Christianity just made sense and that was eight years ago.

Fellowship time ended and I headed out the parents’ house.  As I was walking to grab the kids, a fellow parent said, “I love you Ao dai.  I had one made the same red color as yours and I ended up wearing it a few years later when I got married.”  I thanked her, in shock.  A real life Vietnamese person who actually knew what I was wearing.  I had been complemented on the outfit, but most people thought it was a Chinese outfit and not  traditional Vietnamese outfit.

Actually I think this was the first time someone had correctly called the Ao dai by its name since I bought nearly four years ago in Vietnam.  I got the kids, our safety flashlight guard safely saw us to our car, and then we were on the freeway home.  As I collapsed into bed, I was never so happy for the next day to be Friday in all my life.