The girls attended VBS at a local church this week.
We usually go to our church's VBS or kids' camp, but we were traveling the week our own church offered camp, so we had to miss.
I was thankful that another church was offering it the week we'd be back.
I don't think we've missed a single VBS in ten years or more.
We buy the t-shirts and the CDs and the girls wear the shirts as pajamas and listen to the songs all year into the next and the next and then next.
VBS is a big deal to me, personally.
Not to throw my parents under the bus, but they only took me to church sporadically as a small kid.
But I went to VBS a few times and I remember begging to go back to the church.
I must have learned enough of the basics from VBS and other activities I did attend, because when I started asking questions about Heaven and Hell as an early teen, I decided to try reading the Bible for myself to see what it said about these matters. I must have know that the Bible was the Word of God and it had answers to that sort of thing.
Though I didn't understand everything I read, Scripture defintiely made me "wise unto salvation" and I gave my life to the Lord one night in my bed. I had already been forming friendships with Christians and started attending church with them.
Eventually, I responded to an altar call and gave my life to Jesus publicly and was baptized and by God's grace, I haven't been out of church since.
So it just feels so right to make sure my girls are in VBS every summer and church every Sunday.
I can't go back and grow up in church, but my daughters certainly can by God's grace.