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Easter in Primary

Easter in Primary with the little kids was quite fun. Everyone was dressed up in their new clothes, excited about what the easter bunny had brought.  But they were all aware of the real meaning of easter, that Jesus Christ died for us and then was resurrected for us all. I never felt the spirit so strong when my teaching partner held up a picture of Jesus, and pointing to each kid individually said," Did you know that Jesus loves you? That He knows your name and He loves everything about you." Each kids face lit up so bright as it was their turn, and as they nodded saying yes, He knew them. He loved them. I hope they never forget that.

During singing time, one boy was crying because he didn't get a turn. Two boys from my class just walked right up to him and said, hey, why are you crying? Why are you sad? Don't be sad, it's ok.
I think I'm going to try that approach next time one of my friends is upset. I love being in primary with the little kids, and I was sad today when none of them had to go to the bathroom. I really do love all those kids, and was so excited to see them today. I always learn from them, and I can totally see why Jesus loved the children so much.


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  1. Amanda SchroederApril 1, 2013 at 9:40 AM

    I love Primary. It's amazing what those kids can teach you, don't you thinK?!

    we&serendipity

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