Growing up, I was from a divorced family. My father and mother divorced when I was five and I lived with my mother and her parents from that point forward on ten acres in Oklahoma. By the time I was old enough to see over the kitchen counter I had specific chores that I was responsible for. My grandparents would watch me at night while my mom worked at the local Air Force base on the night shift. This is where I eventually met and married my husband who was in the Air Force stationed at the same base. I grew up learning how to garden, raise animals, and play outside until it was dark, unlike the kids of today.

Being from a small town in the bible belt of the country, it was just a given that on Sunday mornings you would be in church. If you went out the night before, didn’t matter, you were in church on Sunday. Our faith was based on the Methodist Church in our small town in Oklahoma where my mother and I both graduated from the same school. I grew up going to church on Sundays both in the mornings for service and for church youth group (which my mom was a leader of with a couple of other parents) in the evenings. Since it was a small town the kids my age grew up together through the years in the church. We all went through confirmation together and we all graduated together. I always knew that I had to know Jesus to be able to go to heaven, it was just known that is how it was. You have to ask Jesus into your heart and ask for forgiveness of your sins to be saved. As we went through confirmation classes this was all gone over again.

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