Leveah's Monologue

Laughter tinkles into the backyard where we sit around a crackling campfire. Jeanie and Wanda, along with their niece join us. My sisters jump up, grab Leveah and dash to the front yard. Warm smiles glow on our faces as we watch them go. “I am glad Leveah can be here for VBS, she doesn’t get to hear the gospel much at home,” Jeanie admitted, “Leah, you’ll take good care of her won’t you?” “Of course,” I promised.
On Monday I met Leveah at VBS, she clings to me instead of playing with other children. She avoids the other helpers and shields herself behind me when a leader tries to say hi. She refuses to sing during music. She plays with her hair, ignoring the bible lessons. During snack time she whines, “I don’t wanna be here, let me go home!”

She devours the rest of her snack. After cleaning the kids sticky faces, we head outside. The kids play on the playground and swings while the helpers watch. Leveah sits by us instead of going to play. I finally go with her to play so she can get to know the other kids. She demands that I push her on the swing as someone else asks politely. I push the polite girl first and Leveah is now on the verge of tears. I explain that as a result of the other girl using her manners, she is pushed first. Leveah, sniffling, struggles to understand.
I recall Jeannie mentioning that Leveah is spoiled and gets whatever she demands. I show her that if you are kind to others they will want to be kind to you. There is one final devotion for the day, but Leveah continues to ignore the speaker. I help her find Jeannie afterwards, I tell her how Leveah acted during the day. Jeannie assures me that she will speak with her about being