The rest of the presidency and I had hopes that the summer would bring a greater primary attendance, but it has been the opposite. We've been lucky to have two of our more regular boys, brothers ages 6 and 9 in addition to the President's three-year-old son. I'm in charge of teaching the junior primary class, but because I usually only have one child in that age-range, I've been combining with the senior class a lot.
The reason I bring all of this up is because today at church three children I haven't seen in a long time came to church today. One 9-year-old boy and two girls, sisters, ages 4 and 6. For the first time in a long time I had a full sunday school class of five children. It was a good day to have more than one or two children there because in honor of Pioneer Day, I had the children make butter by shaking cream in ziploc bags as I taught the lesson. At the end of the lesson, they got to enjoy their butter on bread. It was a hit.
The highlight of my day was when the six-year-old little girl came up to me during sacrament meeting and gave me a picture. A few minutes later, her little sister (age 4) brought me a picture she had drawn. It suddenly made everything I'd done seem important. All of the Saturdays I spent planning lessons I didn't get to teach because I didn't have a class, battling feelings of worthlessness because surely Ensley needs me to do more than teach an occasional Sharing Time or attend a quarterly primary activity, and other things I've struggled with were all taken away by this small act performed by two little girls.
Here are the pictures:
I've heard that every calling in the church has equal importance, but I've never fully believed it. I'm still not sure I completely agree with the statement, but these pictures (even if just for one Sunday) made me feel like I was making a difference. I hope with all my heart that their grandmother will bring them back next week.