Have you ever had a time where you felt left out?
Maybe you were the only one not invited to a friend’s party. Maybe you didn’t make a sports team or audition, but your friends all did.
Let’s face it, rejection hurts. It’s not fun to be left out.
I’ve had so many times growing up where I was the only one. Believe it or not, my worst “left-out” experiences have been at church.
Ever since I was little, I’ve been the only one my age at church who actually came on a regular basis.
When I was 3, I was in a Sunday School class by myself. My teacher, Miss Sue, was the sweetest lady. She even made a blanket and pillow for my Sheepie, so that we would both be comfortable in her class. In Miss Sue’s class, I felt welcomed. I knew I was the only one and I kind of wanted others to come, but I liked the individual attention.