We survived the wilderness ...

… that was VBS 2014.

With it being a nighttime VBS, The Engineer and I were able to help for the first time in a long time. In previous years either I was teaching yoga or working at the paper. This year we were tribe leaders and we had an awesome group of kids, including our two hooligans and this adorable, ginger moppet:

This year's theme was Wilderness Escape and it was my favorite VBS ever. The week was built around Moses and the Israelites and their quest out of Egypt for the Promised Land.

My choir director Miss Katherine, helping Big Kid suit up -

Our VBS directors Cynthia and Chris are amazing.

They have been doing this so long that it is a well-oiled machine. But that does not mean that VBS isn't a huge undertaking. I know, I have done it. I am always amazed by the level of decorating that they put into it - they transform our church each summer, it is incredible.

I won't lie, it was a tough week at times. The Engineer's work is intense right now with lots of travel coming soon. I had a special assignment for a sister publication due this week that was giving me fits. Once that was done, I jumped straight into special insert work. Have I said lately how much fun back to back special editions of the newspaper are? Because they are NOT.

By the end of the week I was scraping the bottom of my dresser for appropriate Israelite garb and was reduced to a Hawaiian sarong. Better than the swimsuit coverup from Tuesday. My polka dot head covering went over well although people were surprised to learn that there was a Target in the desert. And that Chucks were period-appropriate.

That sweet red-haired gal, A. was our unofficial asst. all week. She was on top of things - she helped organize all of our supplies, hold our basket and assisted on projects. At one point, M. and I discussed turning over to the tribe to her as we were sure she would do a better job than us. But I have to tell you, these children energized me every night. Our kids were super special. By the end of the week, I think they taught me as much as I taught them - probably more, honestly.

When I was at Albert's funeral Thursday, I was frustrated with myself. We sang an amazing version of "How Great Thou Art" and I was not so amazing. I am relearning all of our songs in alto and it is not as easy as I thought it would be. Sometimes my voice cracks or I forget and lapse back into soprano again. I end up all over the place, I wouldn't be surprised if I was singing over there with the baritones at some point.

Our pastor Trav gave a wonderful eulogy. He has only been at our church for a little over a month but he delivered a beautiful speech that truly captured the inspiring person that Albert was. In his eulogy, he spoke about how Albert loved music and he loved singing in our choir. He might not always hit the notes, but he was there for the love of singing and to share the Spirit of the Lord. That was one of those God moments for me. There I was sitting in the choir loft beating myself up for not singing perfectly when that was not the point. That was not the reason we were there. We were there to honor one of us - a six decade member of the choir. I might not hit all of the notes, but I helped to pay tribute to a good man.

Between Albert's service and VBS, my faith was renewed, refreshed and once again God reminded me of what was really important in life. I might have been tired and stressed at moments, but through the week I felt a sense of peace and love wash over me. Thanks, God. I needed that.

All the good pictures are by Carolyn Edwards.

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