faith unfaded

I recently created a TikTok account. I linked to a post in this blog (Open Letter to My Kids) that I’d hoped would help others in managing their mental health.

Then I started wondering about some of my previous posts. Should I reread them? Should I delete them? Should I trash this blog and create a new one?

The answer to all was NO but it wasn’t an easy decision.

You see, I grew up in the Bible Belt. Not that there’s anything wrong with that; I proudly display my Louisiana roots.

But I grew up in a Southern Baptist church attending a Roman Catholic school, later marrying an evangelical preacher.

My entire life has revolved around church.

That’s not a bad thing; in fact, I consider myself blessed to have had a life so firmly rooted in faith.

But my relationship with religion is f@cked. If that offends you, good. I’m pretty offended with religion myself.

God never wanted me to be in so much bondage over His Word. He doesn’t want anyone to be.

It’s always been about Him and Him alone. I knew that as a child. I let religion tell me otherwise.

No more.

So if I’ve ever said anything that doesn’t line up with your beliefs, I may have been wrong. Then again, I might’ve been right.

From Tyler Rich’s Leave Her Wild:

she ain’t all found but she ain’t all that lost…

I’ve known for awhile that my words were not merely my own. They hold weight and they have consequences, both good and bad.

My mea culpa is perfectly worded in the post below:

So everything stays. I wrote every blog entry with a pure heart, even if my words were wrong. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself. Maybe it was all truth.

My overthinking mind won’t let Satan play today. Not with my mental health and not with the Word of God. After all, he’s already got religion all to himself.