I know I’ve mentioned here that I co-teach at a deal called "Kids Club". It is the Wednesday night children’s ministry at my church. Hmmm…my church? The church I go to? Whatever; you know what I mean, right?! Anyway, I co-teach meaning every other week I do the lesson, and on the other week I do the craft. I have kindergarten, 1st and 2nd grades. Some of the kids come because they really want to, and ask their parents to bring them. Others are there simply because we are used as a babysitting service for all the adult classes that are held on Wednesday nights. We can have anywhere from 10 to 40+ children depending on what else is happening at church that night. For years and years I have worked in children’s ministry, at whatever church we happened to be going to at the time. It seems like if you aren’t "qualified" to do something else, they’ll just stick you with the kids…as if any fool could do kids stuff. I really don’t feel like it’s my calling. I dread Wednesday nights, because I generally don’t prepare very well, so I am just basically winging it while I’m there. Sometimes I feel I am really doing a disservice to the kids. I also feel like the gal in charge of this particular group, altho she is the sweetest gal and has a wonderful heart, well, she is rather….scattered. Half the time I’m not really sure what I am supposed to be doing. Last year was my first doing Wednesday nights. I volunteered to help; next thing I knew I was the teacher. I swore I wouldn’t do it again this year, but here I am. Out of a church of almost 2000, I am the only one who will volunteer to do this??? I find that rather frustrating. But, here is the strange part…as much as I really don’t like being the teacher, I love these kids. Who in turn love me because I am the teacher! I can’t tell you how much I love having one of these little ones run up and give me a big ol’ hug! Some nights, when we do prayer requests, my heart just breaks for them…like the little gal who lives with her daddy and her stepmom (really nice people) but her bio-mom (who has never been married) just had a baby, and gave it up for adoption. The little girl in my class is heartbroken because the adoptive parents live far away and she worries she’ll never see her baby sister, who she loves. It seems really rotten to me that little children should have these kind of issues! Or, the girl whose parents are divorcing. Or the little boy whose parents are divorcing. It just goes on and on. It makes me so sad. Of course, there are also the funny ones…like the little boy who prays every week that he can have a kitten, and "I’ll name it Sunshine". Every week! Also, here is a little "word to the wise" to you parents…watch what you say to your kids, and what you talk about in range of their little ears…because, believe me, I (or whoever their teachers are) will hear about it! Oh-my-gosh – I can’t even imagine how embarrassed some parents would be if they had a clue what these kids tell me, or pray about!! I also wonder, what does Kiki tell her teachers? Is that why they are looking at me so funny?! I hope they take it all with a grain of salt, like I do…as a parent, I do understand how kids can get the details rather mixed up, so I don’t take everything they say as the straight, plain truth! My biggest prayer is that even if I am botching up the ‘orderliness’ of the teaching, I just want these little ones to walk out of there every week knowing how much God loves them, and that Jesus died to save them. If they can grasp that, maybe I’ve done a decent job after all.