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Magazine Cover I grew up in a strict church. Very strict - especially in comparison to the churches I’ve attended since being an adult and finding God in my own way. In the church I grew up in, we were taught to be different. To dress differently. To move differently. To carry ourselves differently from the world around us. As a child, I asked a lot of questions about that. Why did we have to wear skirts? What couldn’t I go to my prom? Why couldn’t I hang out with friends outside of the church? Why couldn’t we go to the movies? Why were certain things considered worldly? Why did it feel like we always had to stand out instead of blend in? I don’t mean blend in because of a desire to be like everyone else, I mean because of the “rules” of the church, I felt like the odd kid in school. Truthfully, asking questions about the church rules was often frowned upon. Curiosity sometimes felt mistaken for rebellion when really, I was just trying to understand. Meaning mattered to me. Purp...
