We sat in a circle at the end of Bible study, everyone taking a turn to pray for something that had been shared earlier. I could feel the panic rise within me. I wanted to get up and run away. Maybe I could escape to the bathroom, but that would be obvious, wouldn’t it?
I didn’t want to pray out loud. My palms were getting sweaty, and my heart began to beat faster.
What was I going to say? Was it going to come out wrong? Would I stumble over my words and not know how to fix what I said? Was I going to get something very wrong? Were people going to laugh at me?
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