I was raised in a Christian home by two of the worlds most perfect parents (not even kidding!). My mom is my role model (although it hasn't always been that way) and my dad is one of my best friends. They have always asked me and my two (annoying, sweet, lovable) brothers (Robby and Chad) to go to church on Sundays. My mom walked me through accepting Christ when I was four years old sitting in the back of her minivan. So to say that I was raised in an ideal home is an understatement. I was raised in a (pretty much) perfect home/living situation... But! Sundays were always "Bad Luck" to me!
I started calling Sundays my "Bad Luck" day every week because when I was young I hated going to church. I hated how everyone at church acted:
"I'm great!"
"Nothing is EVER wrong! Praise Jesus!"
"Hallelujah!"
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I didn't want to hear it. I wanted people to be honest.
"I'm great!"
"Nothing is EVER wrong! Praise Jesus!"
"Hallelujah!"
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I didn't want to hear it. I wanted people to be honest.
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