I’ve missed maybe five Sunday mornings since I was a baby. My parents are very religious and live by the morals and beliefs of the bible. Some may disagree , but especially when you’re not sure where you place your beliefs. Being a pastor’s kid, your life is full of contradictions and judgement. People say, “pastors kids are the worst”, yet they have all of these high expectations of you. People who aren’t Christians wait for you to mess up, only to prove a point of their view on Christianity and on God. Some expect you to be a saint- an “example”- others expect a wild child. I’m sure you can guess which road I’m on. I started straying away from my parent’s beliefs about a year and a half ago. I guess I just got tired of God being shoved at me from all directions. I got sick of people ignoring my feelings. Instead of listening and trying to see where I was coming from, my feelings got pushed aside and the only advice I got was to ask God to fix my problems. Instead of going to God, I blamed God. If you were to ask me where my belief stands, or what morals I have in Christianity, I wouldn’t have an answer. Trying to decide where I place my belief has been the biggest struggle I’ve ever faced in…