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The Dare to Walk the Road Less Traveled
When I first left traditional Christianity after 20+ years, it was.. scary. My family was (and still is) Christian, my whole upbringing revolved around it, it was… my everything. Yet, I had so many questions throughout my childhood that I felt needed answering, that no one could.
I have to admit that since a child, I’ve been known to stand out in my approach to life, particularly in the way I am not afraid to speak up for myself or others.
In some ways, I believe it’s likely why this path chose me.
When it comes to religion, specifically Christianity, I was the best rule follower around. I cared deeply about pleasing Jesus and bringing others to Christ as well. None of this journey do I regret. But I feel there was so much lost during that time that I am now discovering. Of the most importance to me currently — me.
Losing myself in the midst of religion was a hard realization for me. For years, I was consumed by fear, shame, guilt, and so much more that was literally taught to me by the church. In many ways, my vulnerability and large desire to please Jesus made me putty in the hands of the churches I attended. I was all theirs.
Granted, I prioritized my relationship with God, which is why I still have on with Him, but I had to leave religion for the sake of… my sanity. My…
