On the weekends, I love to check in on all of our classrooms~ birth through 3rd grade… there’s so much going on, so many great team members that I want to encourage and so many kids that bless my socks off (my favorite part of every weekend).

Last Sunday was no exception, as I made my rounds I heard the familiar sound of little ones expressing their displeasure toward their parents for leaving them in the arms of people they don’t really know, with other unsuspecting infants, albeit in a colorful, safe, happy and loving environment.

One little guy in particular caught my attention; Dustin (not his real name).  He was inconsolable in his displeasure, the face that no respectable grandmother could ignore.  As I entered the room and made my way toward the poor little guy, he lifted his arms toward me (continued to break my heart even deeper) and I swooped him up to cuddle and console him.

As I did, I recognized the waif of a recognizable odor and then an excitable team members voice stating, “it’s coming out over his diaper”.  Well, suffice it to say, Dustin and I proceeded through the HazMat procedure (which wasn’t pleasant for either of us), but what happened next was pure gold…

As I picked him up after his poop-splosion had been duly eradicated, he laid his head on my shoulder and snuggled in as deep as he could.  As a Grammy thousands of miles away from her grandchildren, this was the best reward of all.

Proverbs 14:4 says, “Where there are no oxen, the manger is empty, but from the strength of an ox come abundant harvests.”  Margaret Feinberg mentions this Proverb in her book Organic God and I love how she breaks it down:  No ox= No poop = no profit OR Ox + Poop = Profit.  You see we all have to deal with poop to see the reward, last Sunday that reward came through a major Poop-splosion!  Thank you Father for poop!