I love your writing style and your descriptors of the church and the mood and heaviness of everything l. I’m an ex 2x2, born and raised 5th generation. Some teens rebel with music, clothes, dating etc. I basically told a worker at 14 I’d take my chances (on going to hell) for no longer attending meetings. This was mid 90’s before social media or the concept of ‘deconstructing.’ I look forward to reading more… Admirably ~ Carisa
Well hello and I'm so glad you stopped by, you read and - hmmm, I'm not exactly glad this resonated with you, but at the same time, I am. I'm super proud of 14 year old you to say that to a worker. That's some balls there. Love your comparison of what our rebellions looked like. Rather existential and heavy stuff. Hell. My word. And we are (hate when people do this but whatever!) taking the word and making it so good, right? Cheers to you and to all of us who are cultivated! Can't find emoji. Will find. ◡̈
Whoa! That was some heavy programming for a child. How precious is the mind of a child, I'm just thinking! Beautiful capturing of the child's point of view as she realises she has no choice. I loved the last few lines:
'I pretended myself into believing...'
It made me think of a time at around the same age when I felt compelled to throw away into the tall long grass that grew around the gully close to our farmhouse, all the bits and pieces of chain store jewellery that I had accumulated. (Mum let us buy cheap charm bracelets as a reward for enduring painful dentist visits. She thought it was better to let us have some treasures as children, rather than yearning for something that was denied.) I felt so righteous as I watched the glittering silver links fly through the air into the grass. Afterwards I thought about them going rusty but I knew I could never find them again.
I shouldn’t say it makes my happy to hear your story. And it isn’t even true - it doesn’t make me happy. But it does make it feel less lonely. Almost like the little person I was feels a bit better knowing she wasn’t alone. 💕 Thank you, Renee. For that. 💕
That's an interesting thought...that all around the world, there were little girls throwing away, packing away their heart's delight because they knew the god of their understanding would not approve. Yes, my little person feels a bit better as well.
I love your writing style and your descriptors of the church and the mood and heaviness of everything l. I’m an ex 2x2, born and raised 5th generation. Some teens rebel with music, clothes, dating etc. I basically told a worker at 14 I’d take my chances (on going to hell) for no longer attending meetings. This was mid 90’s before social media or the concept of ‘deconstructing.’ I look forward to reading more… Admirably ~ Carisa
Also hats off and a toast 🥂 to being “cultivated”
Well hello and I'm so glad you stopped by, you read and - hmmm, I'm not exactly glad this resonated with you, but at the same time, I am. I'm super proud of 14 year old you to say that to a worker. That's some balls there. Love your comparison of what our rebellions looked like. Rather existential and heavy stuff. Hell. My word. And we are (hate when people do this but whatever!) taking the word and making it so good, right? Cheers to you and to all of us who are cultivated! Can't find emoji. Will find. ◡̈
Whoa! That was some heavy programming for a child. How precious is the mind of a child, I'm just thinking! Beautiful capturing of the child's point of view as she realises she has no choice. I loved the last few lines:
'I pretended myself into believing...'
It made me think of a time at around the same age when I felt compelled to throw away into the tall long grass that grew around the gully close to our farmhouse, all the bits and pieces of chain store jewellery that I had accumulated. (Mum let us buy cheap charm bracelets as a reward for enduring painful dentist visits. She thought it was better to let us have some treasures as children, rather than yearning for something that was denied.) I felt so righteous as I watched the glittering silver links fly through the air into the grass. Afterwards I thought about them going rusty but I knew I could never find them again.
I shouldn’t say it makes my happy to hear your story. And it isn’t even true - it doesn’t make me happy. But it does make it feel less lonely. Almost like the little person I was feels a bit better knowing she wasn’t alone. 💕 Thank you, Renee. For that. 💕
That's an interesting thought...that all around the world, there were little girls throwing away, packing away their heart's delight because they knew the god of their understanding would not approve. Yes, my little person feels a bit better as well.