Hey people! It’s been a looong time again! :'( So sorry, but I don’t know how often I’ll post now. I’m at college and its super awesome, but also I miss home. I’m super close to home but I’m still homesick a little lol is that weird? Anyway, time for an interesting story that happened to me a few weeks ago.
So, I was on a missions trip with a group from my church in Mexico. Long story short, I got caught giving head to the guitarist in our worship group in our hotel at night. By my pastor. FML right? This is where it gets interesting.
The pastor tells me to leave and talks to the guitarist. I go to my room thinking my life is over. I just sit on the bed, waiting for the pastor to come tell me I’m a terrible person, and start to cry (Silly, I know, but I was so scared at the time).
After a while, I hear the knock on my door and my chest sinks. I get up and open the door, the pastor is there and asks if he can come in to talk with me about what happened. Of course I say yes and he comes in. He sat at the desk while I sat on the bed (I stopped crying at this point).