You make me feel ugly. You make me feel inadequate, unequipped, like a failure. You make me feel worthless of a title to be pastor's wife. You may me want to run and hide on Sundays. You make me sad, angry, and bitter. You make my dread my day to day duties. You make me despise Sundays, and other church get togethers. You make me sit out one too many Sundays, and find any excuse not to go. You make finding friends hard.
Insecurity, you are death to my ministry.