Twice a month, my daughter serves in the 5-year-old class at church.
Not because she’s made to or feels obligated but because—she loves it.
The best part is that she doesn’t do it alone.
She gets to serve alongside my mom, her Nana, which makes it even more special.
She watches her Nana teach truth with love and wisdom, and it’s shaping her in quiet, beautiful ways.
Every time they serve together, she comes home full of stories—about how amazing her Nana is with the kids, and about the sweet moments she’s been able to step into herself.
She talks about the little conversations.
The kids she helped.
The chances she had to talk about God.
And lately, she’s been teaching me more than she knows.
A VBS Moment I Won’t Forget
A few weeks ago during Vacation Bible School, she helped in the preschool craft room.
One morning, a child pointed out another child’s skin color.
It wasn’t cruel—just a comment.
But it still landed wrong.
Without skipping a beat, my daughter stepped in.
Not with correction, but with grace.
She looked at them both and said,
“Jesus loves us all, no matter what our skin looks like. You’re both beautifully made.”
No script. No prompt.
Just truth, spoken with love.
Moments like this make me want to write them down—not just so I remember, but so we can remind each other that God is moving in the middle of everyday life. If you’ve had a grace in action moment lately, I’d love to hear it—send me a DM on Instagram or reply to my newsletter when it lands in your inbox.
The After-Story
Later that day, she told me what happened in the craft room.
Tears began to well up in my daughter’s eyes. And mine.
She was moved, not just by the moment, but by the weight of it.
She saw how words can hurt, even when they’re not meant to.
She saw an opening to share the love of Jesus, and she stepped into it.
I could tell, her heart is awake to the world around her.
She wants others to know the truth that’s anchoring her as she grows.
The Lesson for Me
As her mom, I was proud, yes.
But as her sister in Christ, I was deeply encouraged.
This is what I’ve prayed for.
That my kids would know Jesus and not be afraid to make Him known.
That they would step into everyday moments with courage and compassion.
Not for applause. Not to be seen.
But because they know who they belong to.
That day in the craft room wasn’t just a sweet story.
It was Kingdom work.
And the Lord let me witness it.
A quiet reminder that He’s moving in our kids—even when we don’t always see it.
Closing Thought
She wasn’t just helping with glue and markers in that craft room.
She was planting seeds of truth.
And I got to watch it grow a little that day.
God used her voice to remind me what grace in action looks like.
And He used that moment to speak something tender into my heart too.
Sometimes the smallest hands show us the biggest lessons.
In church. In craft rooms.
In grandmothers and granddaughters serving together.
He’s building His Kingdom.
And He’s letting us be part of it.
