Ministry always surprises me. It goes like this – I start a new ministry, I hate it for a while, then I love. It was the same when I started a new church (although ‘hate’ is probably a little too strong here). A few weeks in and I certainly wasn’t enjoying it, and I was exhausted every Sunday. But it didn’t take long until I started to enjoy myself. It’s now a little over a year since I started and there has been lots of surprises and joys along the way but the biggest surprise, and the greatest joy, has been the kids.

I didn’t really want to do kids ministry and if I’m complete honest my attitude was something along the lines of ‘I’ll do a year with kids and that will be that’. But it wasn’t long before I started to love it. It was alway hard work and I still have a lot to learn, but at the same time it was fun and a blessing to spend time with these kids. I’m sure I have learnt as much from them as they have from me.

This current nostalgia comes because last Sunday was my last week with them and I find I’m pretty sad about it.  So I guess there’s a new option creepy its way onto the ever-growing list I like to call ‘What the heck am I going to do once college is over!”.