I needed to know why

When I first started to going to college, I stopped attending church. I was three hours away from home. I was unfamiliar with the churches around this area. After a few weeks, I start to wonder why I was going to church. Was I going because my parents wanted me to? Or was it something that I wanted? Did I really know myself, and what I, Me, what I wanted for my life. For 19 years of my life, I was living the life that my parents wanted.

I don't want to say I completely rebelled, but I have done things and some I still due and others I don't. But at least the ones that I don't do anymore I can say, "I tried it and it wasn't for me." I believe there something you have to experience for yourself, to know why you shouldn't do them. Sometimes you have to learn things the hard way.

The last three years, I have been searching for myself and what I want in life. It has been crazy madness. For the longest time, I did not even want to talk about God with my family, except my mom. Every time someone mention God, I just wanted to run the other direction. It felt like they were shoving it down my throat. I tried so hard not to get mad. I trusted that what is meant to be will be. I have faith that it will all work out.