I knew that, until we got a larger attendance, I wouldn't be able to recruit any workers for a while. My Mom and Mother-in-law help out often so that I can be a part of church service upstairs a couple times a month. And usually Gray is the only baby anyway. Sometimes there's a couple other little ones on Sunday mornings.
But on Wednesday nights, it's just me & Gray. I don't mind- because he really loves all the toys and everything in there and I like the peace. I'll play a soft worship CD and sometimes even knit while Gray plays with the kitchen set. I'll admit that week after week when it's just me serving in there with just my child, I am tempted to miss a service here & there. Because really- who would notice? The nursery is downstairs and sometimes I don't even get the chance to go upstairs to see anyone else, really. They might not even know I'm there.
The church and everyone in it is a body. And as we serve, whether it be doing the smallest of things, it's like the pinky toe or finger of the body. And I don't know about you, but I think I'd feel it if my toe or finger went missing on me. Or have you ever just had an ingrown toenail on your little toe? Or stub it on the corner of something? How in the world can something so tiny be so important and feel soooooo much pain?
In my church, I am that toe. Last night as I sat in the nursery, all three boys were with me as Noah & Carter's teacher was running late. I had the fleeting thought to just go on home. I had some shopping I could still get done if we left right away. But then I didn't want the boys to miss out on their lesson and it would be a short service anyway. Off to class my older boys went and -to my surprise- a baby was at the nursery window!
A six-month old baby girl- a rotund little bundle of pure goodness, I tell you! I was giddy! The dad was clearly unsure at first if he even wanted to leave her. She usually cries, he said. But she was so happy to see me and I took her right out of his arms and daddy was on his way. How could I forget that this was Gray, just 1 year ago?? The perfect stage- just sitting up and shoving everything into her gummy mouth. Oohing and ahhing and slobbering. Happy to just look at the funny faces I'd make. Gray was so excited to have someone to perform in front of! He would run to & fro, grabbing a baby doll or ball to give the baby. Then he'd crouch down and tilt his head, look at the baby, and pet her head. Then off to find another toy. Then pet the head again. It was adorable. We sat on the floor playing the entire time.
After service was over, the baby's mom & dad were so thankful she stayed in the nursery the whole time. Usually they had to miss part of service with her. We chatted and, although I was the one that served and gave of myself that night, I was so filled up. Well, then. I am glad to be a toe!
Image: baby feet