Earlier this summer, our church had an opportunity to help a smaller church in Atlanta with a VBS for their community. We met in a school every evening for a week. The boys and I missed going the first night due to being out of town, but we joined in the second evening in order to answer a plea for help mowing the grass at the location. Little did we know that God used that to draw us in that night and keep us returning for the remainder of the week. You see, having missed that first night, I felt a disconnect, not sure it was our place to jump into after it had already begun. He showed me differently. The boys and I had chosen to ride the church bus with everyone else. We were there to help mow the grass, but remained there for the VBS in order to catch a ride back on the bus. The boys were given tasks in which they could help serve. I took a seat in the assembly area, not for sure of what I would be doing, until... A young girl comes in, in tears, and has a confr...