I'll be driving down the street, minding my own business and even in a neighborhood no where near any congregation I ever attended, and my eye will catch the door or sidewalk or yard of a home and I"ll feel like a flashback of being in service.. I see myself walking up that sidwalk, unlatching the gate door.. approaching the people in the yard.. or knocking on that door..
and I never ever liked service..I hated it.. feared it!!
so I hate that I can't even drive down new street and not have those flashbacks..
I think I need drugs to forget sometimes..