Traumatized, but still standing. Yikes. This is harder than I thought it would be :) As I expected, games are not really my cup of tea, but I'm stuck with them, because that's where they needed help and I committed my services. But I didn't get my lesson materials until this morning, and I felt frazzled and underprepared. Today's game didn't engage the kids, and I was sweatin' it. My gaggle of teenaged volunteers was much more interested in their own conversation than with actually helping suffering me. I didn't get my needed Bible verse and reflection until my first group was nearly done, and I was feeling flustered and unhappy.
When Henry's group came out and he decided to throw a temper tantrum because he didn't win, I started worrying that I had somehow offended God and this was my punishment. Because it was pretty miserable, my friends. But I made it. Tomorrow's game looks better, with water balloons involved. But I so, so wish that things go better tomorrow. Prayers needed :)