Messing with my spirit
I was at Zumba last night and one of the regulars came late and couldn’t get her typical spot so she wound up near me and started inching me out of my usual spot. Not that I’m wedded to the spot, I moved with ease to a new one, but almost unconsciously I kept winding up back in my spot and displacing her and then had to remind myself to get out of the way.
I was walking through City Park the other day and two women and a man were walking ahead of me, and one of the women was saying, “Yeah, she came in late and looked at me in her seat and she had attitude and so I offered her a mint, you know, trying to make it all right, but she messed with my spirit. She sure did. It’s a good thing I have enough of the church in me to have not said something, but she sure was messing with my spirit.”