Do you remember what it felt like when you were a kid around Christmas time? The waiting….the anticipation…and then on Christmas Eve, try to make yourself fall asleep so that Christmas morning would come faster? That was always a losing battle. Well, I know Christmas is still a ways out there, and I may be a little old for this, but I feel exactly like that. A kid at Christmas time, that is me. But the reason for my excitement really has nothing to do with Christmas. Or maybe it kinda does… You see, I got the go ahead last week to begin teaching Good News Clubs. In Malagasy. That in and of itself is exciting, but even better, I can start my very own Good News Clubs in new areas. Excited doesn’t really fit, I think stoked may be a better word. So the planning has begun. This week I am going on a few scouting adventures for locations and I am hoping to be able to start the first Saturday of November. The idea is to find three or four locations that are relatively close together that can be taught consecutively on Saturdays. Planning the lessons and activities for club in Malagasy has also begun since I am very aware that teaching an entire club may be a bit of a stretch the first few weeks. But not even the fact that this is actually kind of scary can dull the excitement. After all, this, I have been dying to do since the first time I came here in 2006. So let the planning begin! There are still so many children who need to hear about the baby God sent to earth over 2000 years ago, the Savior whose birth we celebrate at Christmas and whose death and resurrection paid our ransom. There is nothing other than this that I would rather do with my Saturdays. Let’s get started!