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This is an exerpt from a book I’m writing called “Every Day Grace: From Anxious Freak to Fearless Lover”. By david Trig
You can read Chapter 1 here
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Chapter 2 “Laundry on Sundays”
For almost two years I stayed home most Sunday mornings except for the occassional Sunday. I didn’t go to church, did laundry all day and told myself I didn’t need it.  Instead I did church on my own, with my family and neighbors and came up with cool names for it.
I told myself this was better, the new me, the new Church, and mocked the many cars that zoomed by my neighborhood at 9am filled with families in their Sunday best.
I was bitter.
Most of the time I placed blame on others, the church, church leaders, pain, the bad things others had done to me, the weather, anything to keep me in my little puddle of  self-pitty, anger and bitterness. After all, others had done a lot of bad things to me.
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The pastor called me into his office and told me he wanted to work things out. I walked into the office like a 10 year old ready to be suspended from school for fighting. The situation was tense because one of his staff members wanted my job and was made worst because he had promised my job to her and now it was all hitting the fan.
The meeting didn’t end well, the situation continued for months but the worst part was yet to come. At the end of the meeting, the pastor dismissed everyone and went on to yell at me for 20 minutes. It was a full out one-sided lashout because “I was being hard to deal with.”
Part 2 – tomorrow.
Thanks for being here,
davidTrig