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31 Days: Cut


Cut - as in cut the power to the inflatable. On Sunday my church had its annual fall carnival and this year, I was in charge of it. And I was terrified. Because our school system changed its policy on paper flyers, we relied on social media to get the word out. I was so worried that there wouldn't be anyone show up but my pastor estimated that we had about 120 kids enjoy our truck or treat, face painting, and free popcorn. We didn't run out of candy as we have in years past but I hope the fun was endless for these kids.

This morning, a friend sent a text relaying a story from the festivities. She said a mother thanked our church for having this carnival because her neighborhood wasn't safe for trick or treating. She was so glad to have a place where her kids to get some candy. And I wonder if this mom wasn't also happy to have a day where she could sit and talk to grownups while her kids had a safe place to play.
 As my pastor so wonderfully put it, it was the real fruit of our endeavor.

I hope that next year, as the carnival gets close and my nerves are frayed that I remember the mother and her kids and that will be my goal of the day, instead of having my eye on the moment when I can yell "cut" to the power that signals the end of the event. 

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