The shelter will only house families for ninety days;therefore, I never know how many children I will have on a given Thursday. I also have no idea of their ages or interest. In the trunk of my car, I have a variety of craft materials and supplies. Often, I arrive with a plan but inevitability it changes once I discover who is in the building. This week, my plan was to make molding clay out of water, cornstarch and baking soda. I was pretty excited about all of the cool possibilities of creating molding clay. Once I arrived, I noticed that I not only had three times as many children as I normally have but their ages also ranged from two to thirteen years old. In an inner voice I said, "Ok God, I need you to make these supplies stretch and sure enough he did." Each child had an opportunity to help make the clay. Some poured water, some stirred and others helped to pass out lumps of clay. I have never seen them as excited about an activity. There were more boys than usual and they seemed to love the messy mixture of cornstarch, water and baking soda. I loved seeing their faces and knowing that all it took were a few items from the pantry and God's Grace!
Pouring the ingredients...
Mixing...
Molding...
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Pizza anyone? |
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