Sometimes the best gifts come in the worst packages. At least, that was the message from a woman I had never met whispered into my ear as I snot-nosed cried into her jean jacket. She had to turn off her mic so the crowd couldn’t hear me bawl.
And I was embarrassed.
My outfit, manicured nails, and poise—all of it gone, drenched in tears and snot. What woman doesn’t want to completely lose it in front of her church crowd? I came to the retreat purely because Kim (the Pastor’s wife) asked if I would help greet. And really who says, “No,” to the Pastor’s wife, right?