Though we rarely attended church when I was growing up. A hand full of churches were scattered across my young years, including Baptist, Church of Christ, Non-Denominational Bible churches and some very deep exegetical focus churches. I came to Christ at the age of 12 and do not recall a time in my life when God did not exist.
But still, with the years I spent growing up in rebellion or confusion over our family dynamics - I developed strongholds of fear and judgment against my dad and lack of trust and bitterness toward my mother. It was something I chose - because I failed to honor them as my parents as the Lord insists we do. In recent years our relationship has grown stronger and closer. That is mostly due to the changes that God has brought into my life. He has helped me to see that I may have been misunderstood as a child, but I was given good parents, who loved me and introduced me to the Lord from a very early age. They gave me a good home and though things were not perfect (I have yet to find a perfect family or set of parents - Have you?) I have had the benefit of parents who were greatly concerned for my well being, loved me to a fault and provided well for me. These parents prayed me through the most difficult years of my life, offering me support and at times consequences as an adult. They largely ended up allowing me to find my own way through life, because I would not have it any other way. They are the best parents I could have ever hoped or longed for, and thankfully in recent months God has finally broken those strongholds I built as a confused hurt child. I love my parents with all my heart and as I reflect on my life and my story I must confess that it sometimes sounds as if they did wrong by me... but that is not my intent at all - they loved me to a fault, they were perfectly given to me by a perfect God who knew they would raise me to be who I am today - flaws, experiences - good and bad - and all to be the young woman who took a strong will and turned it into a strong faith.