I wanted them to perform tonight.
That was my first mistake.
The second one was feeding them ice cream.
I'm fairly sure that I got my just desserts; after all, I should have known how it would play out.
They were as five puppies running around with their tongues hanging out, panting to be played with, and wagging their tails behind them.
They weren't being naughty, just a bit out of control.
They were even having fun and no one was crying!
I had to raise my voice to be heard over the din.
"Shoes on! Stand by the door!" I hollered.
I have not yet learned the art of graciously surrendering when I am beat.
I was beat.
Let this be a lesson to me:
It's not about how their performance reflects upon me,
rather how my performance reflects upon the Lord.
when hoping for a good performance, don't feed them ice cream for heaven sakes!