Sunday School Crafts

My eight-year-old asked me what “do not covet” means while we were standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, three people deep, candy rack right at his eye level.

Our Sunday school class runs twenty five minutes.

Fourth night in a row.

Our Sunday school room is in the church basement, down the stairs past the furnace.

My Sunday school class has eight kids, ages four to seven, and exactly twelve minutes between when they walk through the door and when the lesson has to start.

I’m Rebecca, and I have crayons in every room of this house — tucked in the couch cushions, rolling around in the diaper bag, melting in the cup holder of my minivan.

VBS week at our church means my husband disappears into youth group mode by 7am and I am running the little-kids craft station on prayer and whatever I printed the night before.

I have a basket on top of the fridge that I call the Sunday Basket.

The Sunday I had eleven kids and one glue stick is the Sunday I started taking craft printables seriously.