Confession is good for the sole.

We've waited all winter for a decent snowstorm. Last night's weather didn't live up the hype, but it did deliver enough sloppy, wet snow to shovel and plow. When I heard some of the neighbor kids playing in the church parking lot as I headed out of the building - I quickly pulled on my gloves so I could toss a few snowballs at them. I had to abandon my ambush when I discovered a young boy balancing on one foot while his younger friend searched for a missing shoe deep in the pile of snow left by the plow. Neither one was wearing gloves so I said, "Hold my purse." and started to dig.

Eventually I had to get a shovel, while one held my bag and the other offered advice about the depth and location of the shoe. Because it took a while to unearth the snow-packed footwear, an explanation was offered - one part confession and two parts tattling. A poor decision had led to this chilly predicament - leaping off the retaining wall into the pile of snow several feet below probably seemed like a grand idea and I suspect there had been several previous attempts with happier endings. Worse things could have happened besides a wet sock, a stern warning, and the deep embarrassment of being forced to hold a lady's giraffe-print purse in public.

Of course, I don't want these or other kids jumping off the retaining wall in any season. I don't let them climb the crab apple tree in front of the church office. I certainly don't want them scrambling up onto the roof or any number of things that could lead to injury for them and liability for the church. But I also don't want to chase them away or forbid them from learning to ride their bikes in our parking lot or tell them not to pick dandelions from the cracks in our sidewalks or to play hide and seek in our vast yard. This church is part of the web of support that helps to keep children safe, shapes the decisions they make, knows and loves them, and even digs them out of all kinds of trouble when they find themselves buried in it.

My own feet were wet and cold for the rest of the day. In case they come back tomorrow, I'm bringing my boots and will have the snowballs ready.

Whose support system are you a part of?