Games & Activities

Need kids be quiet sometimes. After games before parents pick up. When someone's having meltdown needs space. Rainy days stuck inside. Problem is telling kids "sit quietly" doesn't work. They don't know what do with themselves. Start poking each other making noise

Found myself at Target last Thursday night buying fifty foam fish because I'd seen this "amazing" craft on Pinterest about feeding the 5,000. Looked so simple online. Cute little fish with googly eyes that kids could decorate while talking about Jesus providing for everyone. What

Tried regular Bible trivia once. Asked "Who was Moses' brother?" Dead silence. One kid raised hand said "Abraham?" That's when learned Bible trivia for kids can't be just adult trivia with smaller words. Kids need movement. Competition. Fun. Can't

Raining again this Sunday. Kids trapped inside bouncing off walls. Had whole outdoor thing planned. Nature walk collecting leaves whatever. Now stuck in fellowship hall with twenty-three kids going stir crazy. Need games don't require much space or supplies. Things actually work when kids are already wound up

My living room is like ten feet by twelve feet. When my sister brings her three kids over plus my two, it's basically a human sardine can. But kids still need to do something or they lose their minds. These work when you can barely move without stepping

Pinterest is a liar. Those beautiful Sunday school crafts with perfect edges and coordinated colors? They're made by robots. Or people with way more patience than me. Because when I try to recreate them with actual children, everything turns into a glue-covered nightmare. But somehow these kids keep

Oh my god you guys. I volunteered to help with Sunday school ONE TIME because they were desperate and now somehow I'm the person who shows up every week to wrangle a bunch of seven-year-olds who apparently consumed nothing but pixie sticks for breakfast. Last Sunday I walked

"Let's go around the circle and say our name and favorite color!" Dead silence. Twenty third-graders staring at me like I just asked them to solve calculus. Madison starts picking at the carpet. Tyler's already halfway under the table. That was my first Sunday