Lately, I’ve been reflecting on my childhood being raised in Pentecost. I’ve been raised in this thing my whole life but like some of you know, it started to fall apart for me once my family left my old church and I went into a severe depression because of it.

But thinking back on my time there, my life wasn’t as good as I thought it was. For instance, my mom would get mad at for not praying out loud at the altar. When I finally got the Holy Ghost, I’d say it was more pressure from all the people praying for me so I went with it. Then another time, I got grounded for not quoting a bible verse in front of the whole church. So my life definitely wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. But by the end of this year, I’m hoping I can put all of that behind me and start rebuilding my life.

Any thoughts on this or stories of your own? I’d love to hear them.