I recently started serving in the preschool department. You will usually find me with the 2yr olds, and they know me as Miss Cynthia. Sometimes it can be a little challenging, but it is always so rewarding. I get that short amount of time to share how much Jesus loves them each week.

I have come to realize these children and the people I work with in the preschool department are God’s answer to prayer for me.


I lost my husband to cancer almost 3 years ago. It was a long 2 year battle before he went to be with Jesus. We were married for 42 years and 2 days, which wasn’t  nearly long enough. He was my very best friend, my rock, and the love of my life. I was heartbroken to have lost that great love.

I remember my husband telling me early in the battle that our son had told him not to worry about me if anything happened. He promised to take care of me. Well, my son kept that promise. I moved in with him, my daughter-in-law, and my grandson Daxton who was 2 years old at the time. I became caregiver for Daxton when Mommy and Daddy worked. He became my greatest blessing.

I was so excited with I heard about VBS this past summer, since Daxton would be old enough to attend. He attends church, but I really wanted him to be a part of VBS.

VBS is one of my fondest memories growing up. The only problem was Daxton didn’t want to go without me. So, like a good grammy, I volunteers to work in his class. It was a wonderful experience for both of us. Not long afterwards, to my amazement, I was asked to consider serving in the preschool department.

I was told that they needed someone like me, a grammy. A grammy that loves children.

I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try it. It has been one of the best decisions I ever made.

I had been drifting for so long with a loss of purpose. The children have helped me to find joy and have purpose once again. I look forward to seeing their sweet little faces each week. I’ve also been blessed with new friends in the preschool department, who have made me feel so welcome.

I feel that sense of belonging somewhere.

If you aren’t serving, I urge you to consider it. You could be missing out on one of your greatest blessings. God is good!