I'm one of those Christians who was saved around the age of 7. My mom was strong in her faith and made sure we were at church on most Sundays, although my father never came. I always believed in God but only prayed to him when I needed help or wanted his favor in big basketball or baseball games.
Dear Home of My Past…Home of my mourning.Home of physical, psychological, and emotional abuse.Home to a mother and father yet to break their own cycle of abuse.In you I felt not wanted, a mistake, an accident. Thankfully my siblings made it clear there was some value in me, although it took over a decade for me to discover what that meant.