I am the middle child with two sisters. Our household was controlled by my very religious and strict father. He was raised deeply religious, and he raised his daughters with the same strict religious beliefs that he was raised with decades before. My mother, on the other hand, had come from a completely different world, a secular, fun-loving family, but she went along with my father's rules, for better or worse I suppose.Saying that the church was a huge part of our lives would be an understatement; it was our whole universe. Sunday wasn't just about morning service. We'd leave the house before nine, many times not returning until the late evening. The entire day was filled with events such as, potluck, choir, fund raising, and prayer circle, etc. And that was just one day. The church calendar bled into most other days of the week. Our lives were fully submerged in the church. I was shuffled between Sunday School, choir practice, band, youth group, Bible study, retreats, and summer c
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