Teaching & Curriculum

Marcus threw his rainbow at my face yesterday and told me God sucks. Just stood there with paint dripping off my glasses thinking what the hell am I even doing with my life. Kid's seven. His rainbow looked like someone barfed crayons but honestly most second grader art

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

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 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

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

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

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&

It's 5:17 AM and I'm sitting in my Honda Civic in the church parking lot eating discount Easter chocolate because apparently when you accidentally turn the most sacred moment in human history into a Playmobil drama your brain demands sugar and public shame locations. The

Sarah's been helping two years now. Amazing with kids. Always shows up. Great ideas. But she still asks permission for everything. "Can I change this activity?" "Should I handle this differently?" "Is it okay if..." Driving me crazy. Want her take ownership