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I yelled at someone this week.
No, I didn’t shout. But I was afraid and angry and I am pretty good with words. My voice wasn’t all that loud, but it was effective. Intense and cutting, I delivered my verbal salvo and left the other person reeling.
When the passion of the moment was over, I was left with that sick rock of acid in my gut and the knowledge that I had made a mistake. I just wanted to die. I wanted to give up and never ever do any ministry again. Since I had not lived up to my personal ideals, I wanted to write myself off as a failure and hide under a rock for the remainder of my days. It hurt too much to have failed…Read More