I Had to Write This Down
I want to say that I love the Lord. I'm grateful for the precious gift of the Holy Ghost. All of my life, I have had a longing within me for something that was greater than myself. I would throw myself into things desiring to be the very best that I could so that I didn't feel like a failure. Anything less than perfection was not an option, especially for my dad. When I started faithfully attending church as a teenager, I wasn't surprised when it began to be used as a form of punishment when I failed at something. Church meant something to me, therefore if I failed I would not be allowed to go until that failure was rectified. Then, attendance became a means of manipulation and control. Yet I still desired to go. There was something within me crying out for more. Week in and week out as I sat on that pew listening as the preacher shared the Word, inevitably to find myself for the 30th, 50th or 100th time quietly making my way to an alter because I felt drawn to something d...