Why I love my Kids in the Jungle Room

This weekend turned out like I never expected. I had planned for the past 2 weeks to teach downstairs in my room, The Jungle Room. I was so excited and so nervous, because this was my first time teaching by myself. So, i get off work early an head straight to GCC and down to the Jungle Room. I start talking with one of my favorite people in the entire world. Mrs. Jen. The kids start coming down the slide and through the door and heart jumps for joy. It always does when they first walk in. Than, about 5 or 6 minutes before service begins, I realize I lost my voice. So I get up and begin teaching anyways. It isn't so bad the Saturday night services, but I have to say, Thank God for whovever invented the microphone!! One of my awesome friends also decided to stop in a hear me teach. Ha! I got nervous and almost slipped up,but it made my day that they cared enough to be there for me. So, I go home that night and drink lots of sprite. I wake up early the next morning and eat half a container of sherbert. I was determined to revive my voice. I went to say good-bye to my mom before she left for work. UGH. It was worse than the night before. I headed off to GCC and arrived around 8:40 with a bottle of sprite in my hand, praying it will all work out. I headed downstairs and started teaching the 9:30 service. Not good. I went up in between services and drank the most disguisting cup of hot tea ever. (Sorry you tea-lovers, I don't see what you like about it). I headed back downstairs and the kids came in for the last service of the weekend. Now, I love all my kids to death, but Sunday mornings seem to have a lot of energetic kids, and this sunday was no exception. We got back from worshipping in the Heir Force room and they all have a seat. Some of the amazing people I serve with help me quiet them down. I began to teach and I heard myself. Oh my Gosh! I SOUND HORRIBLE!! But God did something that I never expected. I had a horrible voice, but each and every one of those kids sat still and quiet. Never had I seen such a large group of second and third graders sit this quiet and still. So, I may have lost my voice, but God came through in the end, just like he always does.