…-and I won’t lie. I almost cried through worship and half of the sermon.
I was feeling so much shame for not having been there, it was hard to sit still. I almost made a break for the bathroom.
Then, I started to try to really focus on the sermon and things started to calm down. Turns out mindfulness is a thing.
I kind of skated out right after the service however, and two people texted me to ask me why I left so early and to tell me I was missed.
It made me feel loved and glad that I went. I told them that I had been struggling with my mood and that I would see them next week.
Sometimes I just have to stick my neck out. It helps.
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