A new start, sort of..., but not really

Nick and I started attending Calvary Chapel Corona pretty regularly. We liked the teaching and it was nice to just relax and be feed. I didn't want to get involved with anything. I knew I wasn't ready. Jen was still not feeling up to going to church. She stayed home at watched Charles Stanley. At first, I didn't say anything about where we were other than to mention that "we went to the Nazarene church down the road for a few years and thought it was time to try something else". People were nice enough. They said hi and bye and that was it. They fellow-shipped with their friends, but at least they were cordial.
I did meet the pastor and youth pastor in the parking lot one day. I shared with them what had happened. The pastor said that I should take as much time as I need. He told me not to rush into anything, but when I was ready they would find a place for me to serve if that is what I would like to do. I was so glad to hear that. I joined the men's Saturday group. I was able to bring my bass out again and start playing again. I learn a lot of new songs and revisited some old ones. I was happy and felt like I could belong somewhere once again.
A short time later, the church was asking for volunteers to help out with Children's Ministries. I wasn't going to sign up. I prayed about it and signed up the following week. There was a long questionnaire to fill out. They asked all the right questions and asked for experience. I later found myself meeting with the Junior High pastor and the guy over Children's Ministries. They both thought that I should be working with teens again. After much prayer and consideration, I started helping with Awanas. Calvary Chapel had an Awanas program that went into High School. I was the new teacher. We would meet Sunday nights. First, we played worship songs. I got to play bass again! YES! Then we divided into the Junior High and Senior High groups. All of the teaching materials were already done up. I just needed to talk a little and then have them run through their memory verses. This was going all right. The teens and I hit off really well. I did run through some the material a little fast and added personal stories where they might fit in. The group was almost all home schoolers and had grown up in church. I shared a little bit of my pre Christ life. The teens were amazed.  The moms who were in the room got very wide eyed. I stressed the importance of really knowing and believing what the Bible says. I shared with them that they might meet someone who isn't a Christian and will ask them many questions. I wanted them to really know.
Things were going pretty well, but I still felt like I would never truly fit in. I still felt like I was carrying the scarlet question mark. I went through a funk and left during the summer break.