So I'm sitting in this planning meeting and somebody goes "Let's do fancy dinner at that nice Italian place for volunteer appreciation!" Everyone's nodding like this is genius idea but I'm thinking about my actual volunteers. Jessica's got

I used to think event success was simple. Count how many people showed up, subtract the number of major disasters, and if more good things happened than bad things, call it a win. Turns out measuring success is way more complicated than that. Also way more interesting. Last spring we

Tom comes up to me after service all excited and goes "I have this amazing idea for VBS! What if we do full theatrical production with costumes and sets and choreography? I've been thinking about this for weeks!" My heart just sinks because Tom's

So missions week comes around and I'm scrambling trying figure out how teach kids about missions without just lecturing them about far away places they've never heard of. Last year was disaster. Found these worksheets online about different countries. Kids colored flags learned couple facts. Emma

I'm sitting here looking at this pile of leftover flyers from our Halloween event. Spent probably two hours making them perfect. Nice colors, cute fonts, all the details lined up just right. Used maybe ten of them. The rest are going in the recycling bin with all my

VBS starts tomorrow and I'm getting ready for bed when Jessica texts me at like 10:30 PM "Umm what am I supposed to do tomorrow exactly? I know crafts but how many kids am I getting? What supplies? WHERE IS EVERYTHING???" I'm just

It's 4:23 AM and I'm sitting in my car in the church parking lot because apparently I needed to physically return to the scene of my theological crime to process what I did wrong today. Also I stress-cleaned my entire apartment at 2 AM and

New kid showed up last week and just stood by door looking terrified while my regular kids completely ignored him. Felt horrible watching him stand there invisible while everyone played like he didn't exist. Tried saying "everyone include Jake" but that made it worse somehow. Kids

So I'm sitting in my car in the church parking lot at 11 PM on a Thursday, picking dried glue stick residue off my jeans and wondering what on earth possessed me to think organizing a kids ministry talent show was a good idea. Three months ago, it