When I was a little girl, we went to church. Mama was very active in the church, so the whole family went. Mama didn’t give us a choice until we were 18.
There was a song we sang in Sunday school, and you’ve probably heard it. “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” We learned it by heart.
Mama made us go to church, so when I turned 18, I left. Who wants to be ‘made’, or forced to do something? I may have left the church, but Mama knew what she was doing. I still don’t question Gods love for me. His love is the one love I know is true.
When I look over my life, and ponder what has bent me the most, it’s relationships. I haven’t written in-depth about them publicly before, but writing heals.
I don’t write about specific people, or use any names. It’s what the person taught me that will fall to the page. If they read this Blog, and realize it is them being used as an example, my hope would be they feel honored for being worth writing about.
I want to document this season of my life, because I haven’t done that before. Most people keep private journals, which I have a stack of, but keeping it private doesn’t help anyone but me. This life is not all about me, and even that took time to know.
This I know.