I don’t have children of my own, but I’ve had the honor, delight, and quite frankly eye-opening experience of working with the children’s ministry at my church over the past year. It has been an area that God has grown in my immensely, and a great joy.
That being said, the hardest part about that job is not herding the cats – I mean, children – or keeping them on the right discussion or getting them to share supplies. The hardest part in volunteering in kid’s church has been getting to know the children and to hear their grievances.
A pet that’s gone missing. A grandparent that is struggling with his or her health. No friends at school.
But the worst one I’ve had to deal with in my short time is the separation and divorce of parents, and its effect on the children.
Oh. My. Goodness. The pain.
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