I plopped down in my chair in the sanctuary, bad attitude in check. While I was excited to get my worship on and learn with my friends, the events of the past week had my panties in a wad. I felt hurt, annoyed and angry. Some people and situations had pushed my buttons and I was thoroughly enjoying my pity party. I enjoyed it so much, I was considering sending out invitations. I even added God to the mental invite list in my head. Then worship began.