Running the children's program at College Park Quarterly Meeting this last weekend was a humbling experience. Not in the sense of "it was so amazing that I am just humbled at the way the Spirit was known amongst us" but in the sense of "oh God, please help me to get through this, it's GOT to be over soon." I faced my own limitations in a really public way. Took my frustrations out on my own child - good example of why parents shouldn't run the programs for their own children, just like Little League coaches. There was a difficult discussion and I handled it badly. I am trying to remember that it was really just one bad hour, not a whole bad weekend. I am also interested to find out that this doesn't deplete my sense that it is my calling to do this work. Just a reminder that I am not perfect and that I still have much to learn. Maybe more here later, or maybe I just need to spend this week processing and restoring relationships on the ground.