Singing on Sunday Morning
“But, Mom! I don’t want to go in. I won’t know anybody in that room!” Leaning against the wall just inside the massive wooden doors of the church foyer, I cross my arms in front of me. Pressing against my stomach, I try to corral the butterflies. “Honey, you know that two of the girls are daughters of my best friends in high school,” Mom says. “They are fifth graders too and I’m sure they’ll be very nice.” Mom waits…