I have a story to share.
But I need to preface it with this: I never miss seminary. Ever.
I've been absent twice, but both times I was about-to-die-throwing-up type sick.
Otherwise, I'm always there.
Today, however... I wasn't. ON PURPOSE.
I actually woke up on time, got dressed, ect.
But somewhere between the time we usually leave and Kay showing up at my house
(She was a little late, but I don't blame her. I basically make her late everyday)
I decided I actually wanted to eat breakfast for once. At home.
So when there was a little knock at the door I answered.
And said I wasn't going.
Plus I was late to a church meeting last Sunday and almost missed youth group.
I feel so guilty.