I needed to keep my head held high. But tonight I lowered it. I don’t usually pray to God; religion was new to me, the idea of faith felt foreign. Despite all the mentioning of God, it felt like in this level of my life I was meant to learn to walk alone. Maybe I needed to stop questioning if there was a God, and more if God was walking with me right then.Read More
I never once thought churches were beautiful.
My family wasn’t very religious growing up, and not for any specific reason other than that lifestyle just wasn’t us. My mother was raised Catholic, then turned Christian. My father was a borderline atheist, his parents having embraced the more free-flowing era of the sixties. Ultimately, my parents left it up to me to choose a path. We had healthy discussions of the afterlife and of God, but He wasn’t someone or something we studied in depth.Read More