The words cut like a cleaver through a fresh piece of meat and I felt exposed and ridiculed.
Hurt was quickly followed by anger and resentment, and I wanted to defend myself. I longed to make others see what I did, to notice the hours of work and commitment I put into this position.
Although the insult was directed at a ministry I volunteered for, it may as well have been aimed at me personally. As I pondered what was said, I stood on my soapbox and pointed out the injustice of it all.
The more I spend time volunteering in the ministry field, the more I see the opinions voiced are often anything but fair.
My skin isn’t thick, and criticism which is not helpful or edifying makes me quick to take up a defense, to take it personally, and to wallow in pity. But the more I sank…
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