This Monday morning, we embraced one another with a knowledge and familiarity that spoke comfort into our instantaneous chuckles. As we quickly caught up, we realized we both learned a lot about ourselves last summer. A hug like ours was not an unfamiliar one, not just because I’m a hugger, but rather because I’ve hugged like this before. The people I went through boot camp with, I hug like this. It’s a been there, done that, I’ve walked a bunch o’ miles with you type of hug.
You see, Kelly was my assistant teacher last year at Vacation Bible School (or VBS as the cool cats call it)! She saw first hand mind you, how I was not a gifted teacher…by the dazed and dizzy look I maintained the entire week last summer!
Let me first say, no one told me to be a teacher last summer. I just did it because I thought I “should”. Two years ago, all I did was wedge my weary-Mononucleosis-having-butt up and out to transport my then preschooler, Jake, to VBS with my then two year old to entertain back home. A mixture of guilt and duty flavored my should statement last summer.
This summer, I volunteered again at VBS, but this year not because I “should” but rather because I really wanted too. And oh yeah, I wrote on my volunteer application that I would basically do ANYTHING for them, but teach. I’d cut crafts until my fingers bled, I’d snack those cuties up like it’s nobody’s business, I’d be the directors personal assistant, but please, under no circumstance put me as a teacher.
I’m totally okay with telling you (well at least now I am) that I am not a gifted children’s teacher. I know this because I tried it, and I’m really not good at it. Another good gauge is how you feel AFTER. I was drained and pooped (is it okay to say that here after our stellar challenge?!) out. God has given me enough grace and skill to parent our own kids, but not teach other kids. I drool as I see those gifted teachers seamlessly soar throughout their day with an ease and grace that only GIFTED teachers do! But you know what? It’s really okay that I’m not a good teacher and that the good teachers are good because God gave each and every one of us gifts and talents that are as unique and special as each of us!
So my joke turned into a reality. I am one of the director’s assistants and I’m LOVING it this year. And, I’m not the only Fink loving VBS this year. Take a look…
Monday, in their “SON ROCK Kids Camp” t-shirts:

The Fink men in their "SON ROCKS" T's!
Tuesday, “Green day”:

Wednesday, “Orange and crazy hat day” (Thanks for the shirt Jess and the tiara, Princess Jenny!):

So in the hallway at VBS this past week, my friend, Cheri, and I talked about the danger of the “should” word. I have to share this with you because it’s honest and totally relate-able. That and Cheri said I could. Okay and it’s well, funny!
Cheri felt that on Sundays she should be at the front altar to pray for people because it was complimentary to what she is actually called to do. Through her sweet smile, Cheri told me that for an entire year she prayed, “Lord, please don’t send people to me to be prayed for…” And you know what – He didn’t. Cheri said God sent a total of two people to her that entire year! That’s a pretty good indicator that’s not a woman operating in her gifting when she’s praying for God not to use her!
Take it from my friend Cheri and I…where the word “should” is placed, pay particular attention. There is only One Should that counts…the one where God directs us in the way we should go!
This is what the LORD says— your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: “I am the LORD your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go. Isaiah 48:17 (NIV)
Is there a “should” that needs to leave your life too? Want to have a “should” t-shirt bonfire together? 