It was only after a few weeks of doing this that I realized how refreshing it was to not have to keep track of hours or payment, as I had for all my previous years of babysitting. Instead of ending the night with an exchange of money, we could share a little conversation or tea, and then one of them would watch me walk down the street til I got home. No bills passed through our hands, but the gifts of the evening were valuable to us all.
“Bethel Free Church.” Immediately my younger brother and sister began asking Mom and Dad why we couldn’t join that church. It was free! Our dad said we would have to talk about it later.