I was raised in a church. Every Sunday morning my dad would turn on the radio loudly and blast the “oldies” while we all got ready for church. Oftentimes it would result in him spinning me around and dancing. We would go to the early service followed by Sunday School. We’d learn about the stories …
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Accepting All…
...as long as you stay inside the box. I went to church this morning with my best friend for the first time since January. It felt... different than what I wanted. Let me start at the beginning... I've been a member of the same church since I was born. I grew up in the church. …
Journey to Exist 