It is the kind of fall afternoon that has me wishing I could stretch minutes into longer pieces of time because it is perfect outside right now and it is perfect inside the coffee shop I am camped at.  We had a rocking morning in math.  I cut those kids loose and they amazed me and they amazed themselves because those brains were clicking and firing and numbers were no big deal this morning.

We needed a victory day.  It has been a long time coming this week.  And now I am here waiting to go back there because in a couple hours it will be time for Good News Club and I sure hope my darlings show.  I'm starting to fall for these kids and I would love for them to meet my Jesus.

I'm falling for all my kids-- the ones I have in math and the ones who are now in high school.  Falling for moments on the couch with my girl cousin talking about what this big Feminist word means and what the Bible speaks into women (there is so much greatness in the position He has given us).  Falling for youth group dears and their honest answers, their readiness to share struggle and fear.

Who knew that in one month my heart could shift so completely.  Could be wrapped around a new class, a new youth group, a new pace of life.  He is always one-upping my plans.  Always growing my dreams.  Knocking my goals down with His larger ones.

And it's a good thing, too.