The Life Of A “PK”

I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to blog, but I’ve been so busy.  There’s just not enough hours in a day……

Building from my last blog, I was sharing an experience from childhood that had an effect on me.  But it was nothing compared to what was ahead……

You know it’s bad enough when puberty hits a teenager, but a teenage preacher’s daughter in my opinion is worst.  I remember at 13 just trying to fit in and find out who I was….but I never thought it would be that difficult.  As a preacher’s kid, I knew scripture and biblical principles because my mother taught us at home…but when I would answer questions in Sunday School or volunteer for something at church…no one ever really contributed anything I did to my personal study or anything like that, it was always said that I got positions or parts in the holiday plays because my father is the pastor.  So I did what any kid would do, I stopped volunteering, studying and answering questions.  I begin to rebel because I wanted my peers to think I was just like them.  All through my teenage years, this was my mentality.  “I can do what you can do, but I can do it better…..”  I didn’t realize that I was on the road to distruction.  At this point in my life, I wanted nothing to do with this whole Image, or lifestyle.  I didn’t want anyone to know who I was or my family name.  By this time the lies and rumors of my father made it from just around the church to around the city.  I remember being in the beauty salon and of course the topic of discussion was my father.  I remember kids at my school talking about what their parents were saying about my father….It was almost like being in a small room and the walls were closing in on me…..I hated this life!!!!  But I’ll tell you, I had a praying Mother in my house, who prayed for me even when I didn’t know she was praying.  When I didn’t want to do anything at my church, it would be my mother who would encourage me to do it God’s way.  She was determined not to loose me to the nonsense of this lifestyle…..  I am so grateful for my mother!!!!  Even when I think about it now tears fill my eyes because I remember what I felt during those times.  I didn’t know who was really my friends…there were girls at the church and in my neighborhood who would be my friends one day and talk about me and threaten to beat me up the next day. If there was a boy who liked me they would tell him something negative about me to change his feelings….But that was my past!!!  God has truly blessed me in my present through my past hurts and pains…..I have a wonderful life now and I thank God for that.  I just want to use this method to help someone else who may have gone through what I went through or is going it now…..just know that God can use those hurts to help you if you just keeping trusting in him…….

Keep me in your prayer because I’m going through some of those things again because my daughter is 13 and we’re still at the church where I grew up…My Dad is still the Pastor and My Husband is His Assistant…….Pray for Me!!!!

Until the next blog……Be Blessed!