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

So I'm watching Emma during scripture memory time and she's just staring at ceiling. Not even trying say the verse with everyone else. Totally checked out. Walk over quietly go "What's going on?" She looks at me like I'm nuts

So pastor comes up to me in May and goes "We need to do more outreach this summer. You know, get out in the community." I'm like great what exactly does that mean and how much is this gonna cost because our budget's already

So I called this volunteer meeting for Thursday night. Had all these grand ideas about team building and vision casting and whatever else leadership books say you're supposed to do. Seven people showed up. Seven. I invited twenty-three volunteers. Got seven. Including Tom who left after twenty minutes

It's 2:47 AM and I'm eating Lucky Charms dry from the box while sitting on my kitchen floor because apparently this is what happens when you completely self-destruct in front of children who trust you to know things about God. My husband walked through twenty