Church Hurt is the Worst Hurt
However, I would find out later that my parents would have liked nothing more than to punch him in the face that day. In fact, still to this day, when my mom does her grocery shopping in Tree Town, she looks for him. She would love to give him a piece of her mind.
When I took the job at Tree Town Baptist in 2016, the first promise I made to myself and my family was that I wouldn’t…
I woke up the morning of October 8, 2020, to a text from Friend #2 that said… No, Whitney that wasn’t the drop of the…
This past summer, I had a moment. You see, I waited over two years, hoping things would resolve with the people of Tree Town. I…
We joked about being the Golden Girls and the group of women on Steel Magnolias. We would go out to eat, and we would come back home. We would sit in the car for another 2 hours just talking.
It didn’t take long after that last text message to the pastor for things to change. Where things had been quiet the months before, the…
Instead of a conversation with friends that night, what I walked into was a “courtroom .”I was left to plead my case and prove my innocence.
Controlling the narrative for the past several months to make him look good may have blown up in my face.
We agreed that the pastor would come to our house at 6:00 on the evening of April 21, 2020. It was an eventful evening. Our…
I decided to take things into my own hands. I was tired of playing the pastor’s game.
I called my husband, and he suggested we ask the pastor to come to our house that night to talk. And so, I did.