You don’t get to choose the family you were born into.
Many times have I thought about the many hundred different ways my life could have turned out if I wasn’t who I was. TO be honest, during the darkest of times I had wished that everything about the world I was born into was different. It is fortunate that it is not up to me to decide.
I am a pastor’s child. When I was younger, I thought I had been born into a world where everything was about being good. When I was younger, I fit into this misconceived idea of a perfect pastor’s family in a perfect church with perfect people. I thought I was perfect too. It is quite obvious that I thought wrong.
Not many years have passed since my perfect world began to fall apart, the moment it did was the moment I was put on the path to living the freedom that has always been mine since I came to Christ. Realizing the truth about the depravity that is me was the best thing that could have happened. But young as I am, it is a lifetime of change. I walked from perfection to confusion to rationalization to realization in such a short span of time, it is quite necessary for me to have a place to shout out my thoughts.
This blog is me shouting. If you can hear, thank you.