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The time of healing

I've been a christian my whole life. And that life was never simple, because i am a pastors kid. I'm 16 and i've been to 11 different churchs in my life amoung 4 different states. Even when i was younger it got to the point where when two years started to come around i got the itch to start packing; it became almost routine. Until we came to this one church in florida. It was my first youth group. I grew attached to these kids and it seemed like nothing could go wrong with this church. However this is when i truely learned what goes down at a church. I began to see the promblems in the church. This is also when i learned about just how "wonderful" a deacon can be. Long story short 3 deacons got mad at my dad because he wouldn't allow himself to be a puppet of thiers. They accused him of ridiculas things then proceeded to get him fired. It wasn't that these three evil men got my dad fired that hurt me so badly but the fact that the church voted and people who knew they were lying still voted him out. Backstabbed by friends. It wasn't the first time for my dad, but the first real time for me. We left and i didn't see any of my friends for 2 years. This all happened a few years ago. We've gone to a new church that my dad does not pastor. And I still feel the pain. My dad hasn't gone back into ministry and I feel like he's being selfish. The night we left the church we were waiting in my dads office, we could hear him anounce it to the congragation. At that exact moment I shut down. I shut down emotionally and spiritually. The people at the new church seemed so happy, and i didn't like it. It wasn't fair. And i mocked them for being so ignorant to what was around them. I could see it all of the sudden. i could pick out dirty looks and whispering old ladies. I didn't care anymore. I'm just now starting to feel agian, to care about church, to talk to God agian. I didn't hate God. I just didn't find the point. I had prayed harder then I ever had before and it didn't do any good. But now i see that God had a different plan for me and my family. The time of healing has finally started.

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