Preachers Kid

My father was a pastor. The name of our family church was called Life in Christ Christian Ministries. My journey with God began very early.

I remember sitting in church a lot. I remember witnessing door to door with my family. I remember my family taking people into our home to help them at their lowest point. I remember prayer, songs of praise and worship. I remember seeing people feel the spirit of God. I remember hearing my father preach until he was brought to tears. I remember it all.

I did not understand why our family did so much for people all the time. I did not understand why we prayed all the time as a family. I did not understand why we took people into our homes. I did not understand it all.

As a kid growing up in church you get used to the things you do in church. Even if you don’t understand everything you get used to it. It is your way of life. It is like you are in a Christian bubble.

As a teenager and young adult I went through a dark period of resentment against God. I did not want to believe in a God that would allow my family to break up. My Christian bubble popped.

Eventually I gained a relationship with God on my own. As I learned about Gods love and grace I understood the journey of my parents as ministers. They were not perfect people. My parents were on their journey with God. Getting to know God for myself shifted my thoughts. I was not perfect so I had to take my parents off the pedestal I created.

I began to understand that being a preachers kid was meant for me. This journey made me who I am today. There is no perfect pastor or a church. There is only God who is in control of it all.

Everything my parents made me do as child made me who I am today. Being a preachers kid changed my life. It is what was needed and God knew.

Preachers Kid…