I Didn’t Run Away From the Pastor!

I took a huge step yesterday, y’all.  This was no baby step, that’s for sure.  Yesterday, Hubster was on duty and couldn’t leave campus for church, but C and I went to church.  Yes, I took C by myself to church.  But – wait! – there’s more.

I was frazzled, because I got there right as service was starting and I loathe walking in late.  As soon as we walked in the door, I saw the pastor come over to us right away.  He asked if I was dropping C off in the nursery and offered to walk us there.  I obliged, even though I knew where the nursery was.  I fought my instinct to shake him off (in the past, I’ve been known to want to fade into the crowd at church).

After I signed C in, I headed through the lobby to the sanctuary.  I noticed the pastor was still out there, and he made eye contact with me.  I completely shocked myself with what I was about to do.  I did not quickly avert my eyes and power walk to the sanctuary, effectively running away from the pastor.

I walked right over to him, put out my hand and introduced myself.

Holy. Bananas.

The pastor knows who I am now.  I’m committed to this.

And, in taking these steps yesterday I feel like I’ve finally kicked postpartum anxiety’s ass.  WOO!


  1. That’s awesome, Kristin, because that’s usually a stretch for you anyway. I mean, it’s still difficult for me to go to church without Dave. What Denomination is the church? Was the pastor “plain clothes” or in robes?

  2. Yes, you did, You kicked ppd’s ass! AWESOME.
    Seriously, I do the same in church..

  3. This must feel so good right?! Awesome Kristin!!

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