No Rhyme Or Reason.

There are no patterns. I like predictability. It is impossible to do. Some days there is no traffic whatsoever and you arrive early to your destination and other days when you think you have left in plenty of time, only to find, traffic looks like this:

For the last three weeks I have taken the kids in the back room for children's church. Let me say emphatically that I am not a children's worker. But, sometimes you just do what you gotta do. Maybe one day I will learn not to say, "I will never do such 'n such." The kids in our church are...let's just say...unchurched. Very unchurched. So, in order to help instruct them on how to behave in church, I have taken them in the back, told them a little Bible story, and we've even done a couple of craft activities.

This week I thought they would enjoy watching a video. I got one of Nathan's DVDs, took my laptop, and was going to surprise them with a movie. Only, I was the one that was surprised. The first week, I had twelve kids. Last week, I had seven. Yesterday, besides Nathan, there were none. Zero. Not one. Should I read something into that? Or, is it like the traffic...there's just no rhyme or reason to it.