In my first post, I said that I would share more about myself and my journey. So, here is part 1.
I was raised Catholic, went to a Catholic school wearing really pretty brown, yellow and white plaid uniforms. I loved it, loved going to church, loved my school. My only problem was that I often got in trouble with the nuns because I asked too many questions. I liked to talk a lot too.
When I was in the eighth grade, we moved and I started attending a public school. Being the age when you start questioning everything, I did. By the time I headed off to college, I didn't believe in God anymore. I think I still thought there was something, but I was sure it wasn't the church.
In college, I was pretty brutal to my believing friends. I loved to argue with them and push them until they gave up frustrated and mad at me. I never got mad, just liked to push buttons (ask my brother, I am pretty good at it).
I never thought faith was a bad thing, just something I didn't need. It was great if it helped people, but I was strong enough on my own and didn't need God. My life was good and I was able to handle any problems that came my way without faith in some pretend, invisible being.
That's the first part of my faith journey. Stayed tuned for the rest of the story...
What were you like in high school/ college? Were you as smart as I was (ha ha)?
Peace,
Holly
1 comment:
I grew up in church but never had a good discipler. My parents took me there faithfully, but left it up to the teachers and youth leader to get all the God stuff in me. Unfortunately, I had lots of people telling me God principles but living opposite lifestyles. So, I didn't pay much attention to their words. This left me to make some pretty stupid decisions as a teenager. It wasn't until college that I started to really find God on my own, apart from the church.
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