I have spent the last couple weeks in turmoil at church. Mostly frustration with E.
E is a bully. I don’t like bullies.
I have a sinking, sick feeling about going to church. I don’t think it is supposed to be this way, but it is. Funny how this kind of thing can even make our time with God something to be dreaded.
I am in a small group with E. It meets today too.
Can I go back to bed?
Wandering,
Be a foil to his bully.
Then again, staying in bed is less strenuous and plays into a lot less turmoil.
To think, I was confeusd a minute ago.