So last week I'm cleaning out my supply closet and I find like fifteen foam crosses from some craft we did months ago. Just sitting there in a box collecting dust. Made me think about how many crafts I've done over the years that kids took

So committee meeting last month and Bob goes "We should totally do parent-child retreat this year!" I'm like are you out of your damn mind? You want me take families away from their houses for whole weekend where they can't escape when little Timmy

Perfect! Now I have the correct content. For this post about motivating volunteers, I recommend: Skip the keyword for this post. This is another volunteer leadership/motivation post with no natural connection to curriculum, lessons, songs, VBS, or any of our keyword phrases. The content is entirely about volunteer management

It's 4:37 AM and I'm fully clothed in my empty bathtub stress eating glazed donuts from the sketchy gas station down the street because apparently when you accidentally convince children that scripture requires choreography, your brain demands sugar and enclosed spaces. My cat is judging

So Marcus is bouncing off the walls during Bible time. Again. Kid literally cannot sit still for more than thirty seconds without fidgeting or getting up or bothering someone else. I'm trying to teach about loving your neighbors and he's under the table making race car

Church board looks at me and goes "We should host kids ministry conference this year." I'm sitting there thinking have you people lost your actual minds? We can barely keep our own kids from burning down building and you want me invite other churches watch our

So this woman comes up to me after service last week. Nice lady, new to church, wants to get involved. "I'd love to help with children's ministry," she says. "Great!" I say. "We always need people to help with kids."

Its 4:23 AM and I'm sitting in my bathtub fully clothed eating animal crackers because apparently when you accidentally teach children that salvation works like elimination TV your brain demands circus-shaped carbs and porcelain confinement. My cat is staring at me through the bathroom door like I&

Here's the updated and grammar-corrected post: Still picking burrs out of my socks from last Saturday's church picnic. Turns out the field I thought would be perfect for games was basically a nature preserve of prickly weeds and hidden holes. But kids had a blast. Even