Three Years Ago
Three years ago tomorrow, everything was good. Everything was fine. I suspected nothing. As far as I knew, nothing was going to happen.
Then, three years ago today, at 7 pm, it happened.
I was kicked out of my church.
No, I wasn’t actually told not to come back. A fellow showed up at my house and told me that I was not being asked back to be a Sunday school teacher. I don’t think anyone really expected me to leave when the decision was made but the way it was handled, I felt like I couldn’t stay.
I went through what I call the Margaritaville stages of handling this. I blamed everyone else. Then I accepted part of the blame. Finally, I accepted the blame.
I have been angry, bitter and every emotion in between since that time. There are people in my community that I still have difficulty seeing out and about. I don’t wish them I’ll. I hope the best for them. I still just hurt a bit when I see them.
Most of all, I’ve grown tired of feeling bad about it.
The Lord turned it into something better than what was before it.
We found a church home that is perfect for us. Our children love the Lord. Life is better than three years ago.
Three years ago.