Know My Pain

May 11, 2020: Letter to Blake

It turns out that your dad misses church. We stopped going when you were little for a lot of reasons that I sometimes said were because you refused to sit still for even a little bit, and kept climbing into pews with other children and then screaming loudly in joy.
But were really more because I don't agree with a lot of things that organized religion believe in. That if the church knew me, they wouldn't approve of me, and who wants to sit for an hour and a half every week in a dress, before we've even had breakfast, to be reminded that in someone else's eyes, you're not good enough.

I wish this was a book about advice. Because if it was I'd tell you to never stop looking for your own relationship with God.
That maybe a lot of people in our lives don't think I have a relationship with God because it doesn't fit into their mold and that's okay, on both ends.