This rain is cold. Hmph. Can't believe they got me standing out here. What got into my mind to make me volunteer for this anyway. And there she is with her cheery smile, bouncing about like a happy child playing in the rain. What's wrong with her anyway. She can't really be happy. She hides her pain. She's got secrets. I know she does. Everyone does. She acts so friendly but what's really in her heart. What's she thinking. Probably that the lady she's talking to is really fat and eats too much. That gluttons got to get some self control. Yet, she hides it with a smile. She's the pastor's wife so she has to. Oh brother, here she comes.
“Layla, I'm so glad to have your help. So sorry that it rained like this. Are you okay out here?”
“No problem, Pastor Sondra, all is well. The rain feels good. It's like taking a cold shower.”
Hope my words sound believable enough.
“Layla, your so sweet. May God bless you honey.” Yuk, she didn't need to give me a wet hug like that. And that perfume she's wearing stinks. Off she goes greeting everyone and hopping about acting so concerned. That's the pastor's wife's job. I'd hate to have that job.
“Excuse me sir, can you park over this way.” Fool, can't you see me standing here waving to you where to park with my flag. How stupid can you be and still breath.
“Sorry, I didn't notice you. Had something on my mind.”
“Oh that's wok, I understand. Just park right over here.”
“No problem, thank you.” And start paying attention. Hmph, it's people like you who cause accidents. So busy thinking you can't even see a lady standing in the parking lot directing traffic. Can't you see my bright orange vest and rain coat. Men. They are so foolish. And he got three little kids in the back. Hmph. What kind of Dad. And where's the Mom. Hmph. Probably had a big argument with her right before he left the house, then she refused to come. More power to her. Let him come and handle all the kids by himself.
And look at this guy. Driving into the church parking lot with all those beer bottles in the back of his car. Alcoholic. A pathetic human being that can't handle the normal problems of life.
“Excuse me Miss, is this where the revival meetings are being held.”
“Yes, sir. Right in that church building. You can park over here.” Stupid fool, can't you read. Can't you see all the revival signs all around the church. So drunk you probably didn't notice. They shouldn't even let you in the church. Pathetic human being.
Well, I guess my reward will come from God. I'm always the one who volunteers while others sit in all the church meetings and revivals. I'm always the one who works. This church could never make it without me. Everyone else is like babes, seeking some miracle or something. Whatever. I'm tired of the same old sermons anyway. I'd rather stand outside in the rain. All those hypocrites in there. Looking for some touch from God, some inspiration. Hmph. I encourage myself.
And who's this silly looking guy coming over here.
“Excuse me, Miss.”
“I want to go in...but, I'm scared.”
“Church people are so critical.”
“Well, I guess sometimes church people are. But don't worry about the people. God loves you.”
“Jesus said we'd know His disciples by their love for one another. But, I guess I don't know any of his disciples, cause I never feel loved.” Ouch. Who is this guy anyway. He's right.
He's staring at the church. I can imagine his fear. He feels everyone is judging him. Hey, isn't this the alcoholic guy with all the beer cans in his car. Wow. Guess I judged him too. Hmph, they all judged me. That's why I prefer to work outside. They judge me cause I'm divorced. My husband won the custody battle for my kids so I must be an unfit mom. I guess bitter people see the world from bitter eyes. Yes, I understand how he feels. I've been judged too.
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