Confessions of a Pastor's Kid
I hate to admit it, but growing up as a pastor’s kid there were times that I let what other people might think of me hold me back from a deeper relationship with God.
As much as I loved worship, prayer, intercession, and would cry and open up before God in private, I struggled with allowing myself to be broken, vulnerable, and desperate before God when I felt called to respond to many altar opportunities.
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I randomly desire to sit and relax at a campfire with good company on a grey-skied day and a cool breeze.