(cute LDS art from PopRocks Design)
I received a new calling at church (a volunteer position that you are asked to do) working with the kids. I was pretty excited about it because frankly, I was finding that just hanging out with the women (who are a lot older than me) wasn't doing much for me. Plus, I would be with my kids and perhaps my son would behave better?
So- in my calling I am in the presidency who oversees it all. We have very few children so it is pretty low maintenance, and the month of September was my time to do Sharing Time where I give a lesson each week to the whole group.
I have been pretty busy, but I am usually really good at public speaking/lessons and don't have much fear in that regard. PLUS, I am a mom for gosh sakes. Totally my element. So in the heat of time I did what every smart woman would do and found a lesson that someone already made on Sugardoodle. If you are LDS-this site is a gold mine. It's full of ideas from women who spend all their time posting lessons/ideas so that I don't have to. Brilliant.
So, I grabbed a lesson quickly and went with it. Then I gave it and lo and behold it SUCKED. It was boring, and I was half-hazard and I read scriptures that were complex for even an adult without an explanation and ugh...I felt pretty bad about it. It wasn't a good lesson for the kids AT ALL. Way over their heads I think and it was a complete bomb.
And after I went home I had to ponder what transpired and laugh at the whole thing with the understanding that well...at least there is a next time. But more importantly and significantly, I realized that I completely missed one element. I didn't pray. Every lesson or talk I have ever given I have prayed for guidance. I have prayed before, and sometimes during, and certainly after with thanks. And yet, in a moment that I taught children...the closest little beings to God...I didn't pray. I was shocked at myself really, and I promised myself that I won't make that mistake again.