I grew up in a Southern Baptist Church that was half a block from our house. We were there almost every Sunday, morning and night. My Dad was the Training Union (night time classes) Director. One of my favorite things to do was hang in the office until time for Training Union to begin and ring the buzzer. Then I'd go flying off to my class.
Occasionally I would even go to Prayer meeting on Wednesday night just so I could hang out with my dad.
As we got older our church had an extremely active youth ministry. Our Youth Director picked a musical for us to learn and they even choreographed movements for it. Kids from all over the area participated. During this time we literally were at the church all day on Sunday, practicing this musical during the afternoon.
One Sunday as we started working on the movements, I broke down, ran out of the church, and drove off. My sister was there and she came after me. I don't remember where she found me but she was a true sister that day. She had figured out what was wrong and coaxed it out of me. I wasn't able to do the movement we were working on and it was basically simple. I was so discouraged. I don't remember her words but they were very comforting. We rode around out in the woods and decided to walk through this plowed field back to the trees behind the field...just for fun. We walked and walked and laughed and walked some more. We finally got to the trees only to realize we had to walk back. I don't really remember walking back but I'm sure we were laughing wondering why we were so stupid to do that it the first place. However it was a way of proving that I could do anything I set my mind to.
The next Sunday at practice a couple of tweaks were make to the movements and I was able to do them.
We were able to take our performance to Texas and perform at several churches. It was an experience I'll never forget.