Last night the lesson was just OK. We did the “band aid praise” activity that I rediscovered when I was going through my hard drive and it “worked” I guess. At least none of the students were disruptive. By the time we got to the lesson, I have no clue where my mind was, but I had little idea of where I was supposed to go next. I sort of stumbled and rambled my way through a lesson on how we aren’t supposed to fake it with God, because that was what was in my notes, but I was almost sure that the lesson had a different focus when I was putting it together on Tuesday.
Anyway, like I said, it was OK, but not perfect (even though being back in our space was amazing). After church I have been trying to make an effort to hang out with kids again. Having two small boys (and one under a year old) who need to go home and get into bed has made that difficult, but with the little one growing up I have been trying to make it a priority.
I walk out the back door and a student who hasn’t been coming long is sitting on the tailgate of a truck (we are in the south after all). As I sit down with her she says, “Thanks for that lesson tonight. I needed to hear that.” It was a nice small gift from God, and I bet she has no clue how He used her in my life last night, but He sure did.