Well, I was six. Once.

This week in Sunday school it was kind of a mad house. Six kids. Five of them were boys. Two of them were age 3. All of them had their levels cranked to 11. When I finally got them to sit down and listen to the story, it calmed down a bit. There was questionContinue reading “Well, I was six. Once.”

Been there, done that

Whenever I get stressed, I have dreams about high school or college. I think I’ve told you about this before. In the dreams I have already graduated, but then find out that there was a class I forgot to go to. Ever. Or a test I didn’t pass so my grades are all wrong andContinue reading “Been there, done that”

day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral

This is a hard one to pick because, well, obviously I won’t be there, so it really shouldn’t matter. And no one likes thinking about their funeral. So. I’ll make this quick and painless. I don’t want it to be a sad and morbid and “can’t believe she’s gone” kind of thing. I try toContinue reading “day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral”

Give or take a few years

Sometimes I help teach five-year-olds at Sunday school. And it never fails to be hilarious. Case in point, today, when we heard the story about Isaac and how old his mother was when she had him. Ellen (Sunday school teacher): See the grey hair and the wrinkles? Darrah, age 5: You have wrinkles on yourContinue reading “Give or take a few years”

Go shawty, it’s your birthday

Yesterday I turned 26. I don’t feel all that old all the time, but it kind of comes in spurts. Like when I chaperoned a lock in for middle and high schoolers at my church and the DJ played Blackstreet’s “No Diggity” and NONE OF THEM HAD EVER HEARD OF IT. Except of course, BabyContinue reading “Go shawty, it’s your birthday”