Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you tried, you just didn’t feel that you did a good enough job, or that someone was completely satisfied with you? That’s how I felt most of my young life. I grew up in a small town near Detroit where my father owned and ran a…
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Growing up, I went to church every Sunday. I remember going as a kid to Sunday school at a church not to far from my home from second grade until middle school. But after a while, we stopped going every week, and only went to church for Thanksgiving, Easter, and Christmas. Despite this, I maintained an itch to…
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“Nothing good is easy.” This is what my mom would always tell me when I would complain about having to sweep the floor or actually do homework in high school. Now that I’m learning to deal with real adult problems, this saying has a whole new meaning. So often we expect good things to just…
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My origins are not much different than many. I was born and raised in a traditional church in a moderately conservative community in southeastern Wisconsin. I was basically born a Christian, being baptized as an infant and growing up in a private school where me and my seven or eight other classmates would memorize Bible…
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As a child, I went to church every Sunday, small group every Wednesday, and Bible Camp every summer. Whatever Old Testament story that was being discussed, you better believe I already knew it. I knew who God was, and I knew all the stories, but I thought that was it. I thought God was this…
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Growing up, I had everything I could have ever wanted. I was an only child, raised in a stable family, with parents whom loved me very well. My father, being a self-made businessman, modeled how working hard brought forth success and achievement. I found myself chasing after any opportunity I could to be the best,…
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I have always been very aware of what other people think of me. I’ll try to look at myself from other people’s point of view and see how they would evaluate me. Do they like me? Do they think I’m smart? Do they think I’m pretty? Do they want to be my friend? These thoughts…
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I grew up in a family where God was mentioned only in a string of curse words. My father was in the military, and we moved from one base to another. From my earliest remembrances, for some reason, I really never felt secure or loved for who I was. I just felt different and wrong.…
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Growing up, I never really went to church regularly, but was baptized as a baby. I knew who Jesus was and understood that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, but didn’t fully grasp the huge debt that was paid for us at the cross that allows us to have a relationship with God,…
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