In the beginning

I always said that I should write down what has happened in my life. I didn't grow up in the normal family. I am sure that is the reason I am who I am today.

I have a new endeavor that I want to pursue during this coming year. The first step is to catch up, share my life past, present and future. Then share the new project as it unfolds.

Day 1
I grew up in central West Virginia. Most of my relatives lived on the same mountain. I could find my distant relatives graves just by a short walk in the woods.

My parents were on the cutting edge of Christianity starting in the 70's. I was born in '75. I saw my parents as rebels. They brought in all of the contemporary Christian bands in the Charleston area when it was taboo. Yes, Amy Grant and Petra were edgy. They were youth pastors at this time and they found out that they had been dismissed by reading a goodbye to Ron and Nancy in their church bulletin. That is awesome!I get it honestly.

As a small child I spent a lot of time on the streets of Charleston with my parents in white face. We would travel around the city performing Christian mimes. We all had "Jesus Loves You Charleston" t-shirts on. Picture bright colors, balloons, and a man with a guitar.

(My 7 year old daughter just came in and told me she wants to create a game for facebook. She already has it all planned out. She is soooo my daughter. Always thinking and possibilities are unlimited.)

My parents organized a Christian music festival in West Virgina. It was to be huge and they had the top talent lined up. It rained and I almost drowned in a lake. Oh well, they tried.

As time went on my parents went through some really tough stuff. Most of it at the hands of Christians. My sister and I never knew about it all until we grew up. My parents were really good at making sure we were loved and shielded. I actually didn't realize that really bad things could happen to our family until my sister broke her back. I was twenty-something. I remember hugging my dad at our church and feeling vulnerable to the outside world for the first time. The abuse that I have felt at the hands of some Christians is nothing compared to what my parents went through.

Time keeps ticking and my parents start a church in our single-wide. That will be tomorrow's blog. :)