I almost missed church this morning, and I was scheduled to work in one of the kids’ rooms. I was in a horrible mood, argued with my husband on the way to the church and was late. It’s a good thing I went; I was in a room with 1-2 year old kiddos. With about a dozen kids, many of whom didn’t seem too excited to be there. Helping to keep the children somewhat content made me feel like I was helping. I felt useful and involved. It improved my mood 100% and gave me a sense of belonging that I really needed today. In this gift, I felt God’s love.