Church Hurt

I could not sleep the other day, literally stayed up until 4 am writing.

Let me tell you this story.

I love to dance, miming is one of my many passions. I’ve done all types of dancing but haven’t in awhile and wanted to get back into it. I asked the dance leader if I could be a part of there miming since I’ve done praise and worhship with them before.

The response was not a yes nor a no. She was suppose to get in contact with me about watching a reherseal so I could observe. I understand not jumping right into something. Like a good manager coming into a new company, you see everyones strengths and weaknesses, and see where you’re needed and move accordingly.

They took me for some joke or rookie like I’ve never been a part of a group before. I didn’t hear anything back from her but they danced that Sunday. So much anger came upon me and I literally broke down and cried. How could they take that from me? How could they not give me a chance to show God how I appreciate Him? I would have understood if she said not this time, maybe tryouts. To have no form of communication is worst than saying no.

My mom tried to calm me down but I was ready to go off. They finished dancing and I tell mom I’m going to the bathroom, she said dont start nothing. Not caring what just came out of her mouth and feel like I’m bout to black out, I walk to the bathroom to clear my head and wipe my face. I looked in the mirror, took deep breaths and started walking back to my seat. When I walked out, the dancers walked in and I said…

What do you think happened next?


4 responses to “Church Hurt”

  1. yall need me on yall team


  2. Let me guess. You tell the dancers good job and side eye the dance leader. You eventually run into the leader again and you ask what happened.


  3. I think you said “great job” because you’re a nice person, but you were really thinking the dance would have been better if you were on the team!!!


  4. Beat the Holy Ghost out they tails !


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