The crescendo of laughter is let loose in the Sanctuary.
God, my heart longs for the unprompted games of tag after church.
But, I think they might be church.
The kids ask to play.
They are not taught.
What might the church have to learn from their quick steps and sweaty foreheads?
May we chase after our friends in your presence.
Even after we trip over our own feet, may joy be the thing that keeps us running.
Creator, would you help us to notice your hand of encouragement tussled through our hair as we pass by.
We long to know that we do not run alone.
Rather, we can run with abandon through open doors and into open arms.
God, we thank you for each little runner that belongs to your church.
Ready or not, here they come. Amen.