Took emmie to the airport for her week of vacation which she needs. Only 5 weeks until her college semester begins. Came home, changed, went off to a student home visit. The visit was actually at the fire station in the small town because the student volunteers there as do his parents. It was a good meeting as most of them are. Then I left there to head to church even tho I was late. I hate being late. Get there for the last song, stood at the back as it was really really dark. Lites came up a little, no seats where I was. I refuse to go up front. walked out, went to the center, still dark inside, but found a seat. someone leaned over and said ‘I’m sorry, these are taken.’ So, I got up, walked out to go over to the last door but on my way out as I opened the door there were guys coming in and almost spilled their coffee. so, i went to the bathroom to calm down and then i left and came home. I know I am hypersensitive and I hate hate hate being late, especially for church, BUT if i had been a person who was new, thought it started at 1130 and got that kind of reception, i would have said forget this church. sometimes I don’t think we know how we ‘appear’ or come off to others. it is what it is.
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