My childhood included church. My family went to church. My relatives went to church. My friends went to church. Just about everyone I knew went to church.
Through junior high I went to school at church. Six days a week I was taught lessons from the Bible. It was good. It was comfortable. It was easy.
I attended a public high school, a huge public high school, but still all of my friends and most of my teachers attended church.
After high school, I attended a Christian college. I met and fell in love with a pre-min. student. We married right after graduation. I taught at a Christian school. He attended seminary. We were following God, we were good, and life was good.
I believed that if you followed God and lived a good life – life was good.
Just the way it was supposed to be. Just as I had imagined . . . loving husband, children, house in the suburbs, friends, caring church family – it was perfect.
I was keeping my end of the bargain and God was keeping His.
Okay, it wasn’t really perfect . . .
I was a bit judgmental.
I was proud of my perfect little pastor’s family.
I was easily frustrated with anyone who messed up the perfection.
BUT – I worked hard at keeping all of that hidden. After all, it was about how we looked and we looked good. Until we didn’t . . .
And I didn’t handle that very well. Not well at all.
It was totally UNFAIR! I was a good girl, a good wife, a good mom, and a good friend who went to church and believed in Jesus. God was not cooperating.
So, what did I do? What any good little church girl would do, I tried to adjust my life to get God back on board. The funny thing is that began the journey that rocked my world.
I’m curious, am I alone here or can you relate? Are you or have you ever been a “good little church girl” too?