April 13, 2014. I remember the day well. It was a gorgeous Sunday morning; spring had finally come to our city. I was wearing a navy and coral colored dress with sandals. My hair was done, my makeup on point, and church was being held at the 9:30 club for the first time. Church in a club. What! I walked in, found a seat on the right side of the room, about four rows back from the platform. There were some special events taking place that morning. A photographer was there as well as people with balloons and donuts. KP was leading worship, Susan Manchester was singing alongside him wearing the cutest skirt and top. And I was completely unaware that I would be changed that day. I'll come back to this portion of the story in a bit. But keep reading if you'd like. Three years have passed and today I was reminded of this particular day when an image showed up in my Facebook feed. Facebook has a way of reminding us of some not so great m...