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JED
I walked into the church on Monday morning, ten files in my bag, a collapsible box in the other hand. My pulse thrummed, and the extra cup of coffee I’d sucked down due to a lack of sleep didn’t help my jitters.
Nervousness had kept me on edge all night long, and dark bags hung beneath my eyes when I’d stared at myself in the bathroom’s fogged mirror earlier that morning.
I could do this.
I am doing this.
Renee greeted me when I entered into the reception area, and I took the box into my office before returning to where she sat typing away on her computer.
“Board meeting is this morning.”
She nodded. “Pastor Welker is running late as usual.”
Good. I’d hoped and planned on that very thing.
“I’m going to head over without waiting for him, so if you could let him know?”
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