It's 4:23 AM and I'm sitting in my kitchen eating cereal because apparently my brain thinks this is the perfect time to have FEELINGS about the fact that I just found another curriculum email in my inbox with the subject line "Transform Your Ministry

Standing in front of sixty-seven kids last Wednesday wondering why I thought one microphone and sheer optimism would be enough to manage a room that sounded like a construction site having an argument with a zoo. Large group games either create magical moments of coordinated chaos or complete disasters where

So September hits and I'm already getting that sinking feeling because Halloween's coming and that means trunk-or-treat planning and I swear this event gonna kill me one year. Last year was complete disaster. Rain turned parking lot into mud pit. Half volunteers didn't show

Emma's mom ambushed me in the parking lot Sunday. Not literally ambushed, but you know when someone's been waiting to corner you? That's what happened. "Emma wants to help with kids ministry," she says, blocking my path to my car. Emma. Who&

Can't sleep again. Keep thinking about what happened Sunday and how badly I messed up and whether I should just quit before I damage any more kids. Sarah texted me today asking if we're still doing missions month and I almost threw my phone across the

So yesterday I'm in line at Target picking up supplies for Sunday and this mom behind me goes "Oh you must be a teacher - look at all that craft stuff!" I'm like no I do kids ministry and she gives me this look.

November and I'm staring at calendar having mini panic attack because Christmas pageant is six weeks away and I got nothing. Actually that's lie. I got same tired Mary Joseph donkey wise men thing we been doing since church started. Kids rolling their eyes parents expecting

Sarah's been weird lately. Not like dramatic weird. Just... off. Used to text me back immediately when I asked nursery questions. Now takes her hours to respond, if she responds at all. Used to hang around after service chatting about how things went. Now she's gone

So yesterday I'm in the Target craft aisle holding this bag of fake snow that costs like eighteen dollars for what looks like shredded napkins when this random mom taps my shoulder. "You teach Sunday school, right?" "Yeah." "My kid only cares about