Summer is official even if the weather isn’t acting like it now that we have wrapped a week of Bible school. It a community wide event at our little church and an aspect I love about small town North Dakota. Our faith is full of tradition, grounds us and connect us. My memories of Bible school are embedded with packed lunches, games, stories, plenty of singing and crafts. My favorite teacher when I was Miss E’s age was my Aunt Holly.
Thankfully not much as changed on the prairie with Bible school traditions. Miss E has experienced similar fun this week. Our friend Miss Paula was her teacher. Hunter, our teenage son and I were the Bible story teachers a few days.
Last night was the evening program for parents, grandparents and the community. Miss E had made it very clear to us at supper, “I will not be sitting with you because I am going to be in the front of the church.”
When she walked in, she was quite excited to see us awaiting her program.
Anika dashed across the aisle to her big sister, saying “Me sit with Ebee, me sit with Ebee.” It worked for about 90 seconds.
Anika got other ideas and had to be brought back to our pew kicking and crying. Thankfully, Grandpa Eldon took it upon himself to be the official wrangler of our suddenly extremely boisterous formerly quiet and passive Miss A.
Her nuk kept her quiet but the deadline is looming of when we are taking it away from her. July….when she turns two and she knows it and it makes her cry. I am just going to relish in the month we have left with the green nuk as a lifesaver.
Miss E and the crew of Bible School kids sang their hearts out through Veggie Tales songs, traditional hymns and favorite Bible school songs I remember as a kid.
The B-I-B-L-E yes that’s the book for me…
along with a little “I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly away
Some bright morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away
To a land on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away…”
Our little prairie beach beauty was quite the Bible school gal.
Watching our community kids sing their hearts out last night reminded me that sometimes we need just to have faith, do what we can and let go.
And on that note of faith…
There’s a bit of upheaval on the prairie right now. Bismarck, North Dakota, the nearest big city to us is flooding from a swollen Missouri River. In addition, my parents, brother and the GriggsDakota farming crew need big planting and seeding days over the next two weeks to get the crops in on our family farm despite numerous weather delays.
Bible school is just as good for the adults as it is for the kids I think. The river will rise and fall. The farming will get done. We need to keep the faith. And my husband is going to keep the faith this weekend that the fish are going to bite.