Things were dark and gray for so long that I resultantly accepted that this was my new way of living. Boy was I so blind.
Tag: praise
Resurrection Day or Easter Sunday?
Now don’t get me wrong, growing up I did participate in the egg hunts and I believe I may have (unwillingly) been a part of the whole “It’s time to buy Easter Sunday dresses.” propaganda. But still, I never understood what this whole day was about. I just knew I was supposed to be in somebody’s church because not doing so would make me look like a huge sinner.