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We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary in 2008. Our children helped us celebrate with an all expense paid all arranged vacation In Hawaii.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Mike Cope shared a story on his blog that he heard from a relative. It is the story of what a three year old boy named Ryan did last Sunday during the morning assembly.
The preacher was preaching away when the door to the auditorium flew open and in came little Ryan screaming, “Don’t let them get me.” The preacher stopped preaching and said, “Who is after you Ryan?” Ryan said, “They are trying to get my playdough.” The preacher shouted, “Run Ryan, run. Don’t let them get your playdough. Go through this side door.”
Ryan ran through the door squealing at the top of his voice. The congregation broke out in laughter and applause. The main door came open again and in walked a bewildered teacher looking for an escaped child.
DON’T LET ANYONE TAKE YOUR PLAYDOUGH!
3 comments:
I remember the story told about my three cousins. They were little stair steps, perhpas 4, 5 & 6 y/o att he time. They did the same thing. All three ran thru the door to the auditorium during the service. Ran in, up the isle, around the front and out the back again and never realized where they were...Connie
Shoudda proof read.
Shoudda proof read.
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