My family and I are Christians. At a young age, I was raised going to church every Sunday with my parents and siblings, my sister and brother. Because I was still too little, I was not able to attend Bible School. However, my favorite part of church was singing to the Lord and listening to chorus. I have always loved music. After church, my parents, siblings and I would go out to eat.
The pastor and his wife had befriended my parents before I was born. My father had helped build the church. When I was finally born, the pastor and his wife saw me as their own grand-daughter. Though we were not related by blood, the love and affection between the pastor, his wife and I was mutual. I would spend some nights at their home.
As I got a bit older, my parents, siblings and I stopped going to church. I don’t why. All I know something terrible must of happened to stop my family from going to church. We also moved miles away from that church.
By the time I was in Elementary School, my siblings and I were already used to not going to church. However, my father had a hard time. At home, my father became verbally abusive and he would physically break things. If we heard any type of music such as rap, rock, country or any other type of music that was not church music, my father would physically break the radio/stereo, cds or tapes. If we saw any television shows that my father did not approve, he would break the television set. I could not tell you how many televisions he broke.
Because of my father’s obsession with religion and how he was treating us, his relationship with my mother was getting worse. I remember when my mother had enough. She wanted to leave my father. She had told us kids whoever wanted to stay could and whoever wanted to leave get your things ready. My sister, brother and I got our stuff and threw them in black garbage bags.
Now that my siblings and I are adults, my parents still remain together. However, my father is still obsessed with his religious beliefs. I love the old man, but when he tries to talk to me about God or any religious topic, I just turn him away. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in the Lord. I just wish my father would respect my own beliefs and my relationship with God.
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