It was around 10pm when father called us all out. We were a family of 7. My father always said that the number 7 represented perfection but I never really saw any perfection in my life.
Although my family was not poor and we never lacked anything, I just never really felt complete. So I basically used other things to fill the void in my life. Alcohol, Weed, Cocaine, Sex, all that you could ever think of that would give you pleasure for just a few minutes.
When I first tried some of these things, the pleasure lasted longer but when I continued, it seemed like the pleasure was for a shorter period. Everyone else in my home seemed to be very joyful almost always. They were so content, sometimes I could feel their freedom but I wondered how we could all grow up in the same house and still feel an awkward distance between us. It seemed like something held me back but I wasn't sure what.
My father was a Godly man and so my family was what you would call a Christian home. We all knew what Christ did on the cross of calvary but now I realize that being brought up in a christian home is not the same as being a christian neither is it the same as being born again.
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