And that’s how I walked into the meeting. A donkey on the edge, if you will.
My pastor friend who leads the meeting said, “Hey team, let’s go pray in the sanctuary.” And I said, “but I brought dinner and it will get cold.” (Great pastor’s wife I am –more worried about the food than the prayer.) And he insisted we start with prayer and that it would just take a few minutes.
I lost it.
Wow, that really set a great tone for the evening.
Here’s the only thing I know. I acted like a childish, emotional, out-of-control woman toward my friend, but he forgave me.
I don’t think you really know if someone is your friend until you’ve been a total jerk to him and he still wants to hang out with you.
“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs 17:17