If I had one penny for every time that someone volunteered their opinion, on how I should allow God to use me I would be able to quit my day job, and live comfortably. Some church folks feel so inclined to share every aspect of their perception, without recognizing the effects of what that negativity does, it's sad. As a young child singing in the choir sometimes all I wanted to hear was... you can do it, keep going, keep pushing, keep trying, but that wasn't always what I got. Not everyone who said that they were proud was proud. Not everyone who said that they prayed my strength, prayed for me at all. When that became evident my feelings were hurt. I'd never seen so many people tear down a young child just to see their child hold the microphone for two minutes. After a while so called friends distanced themselves, and I felt isolated. In the most fragile of places spiritually I was kicked, lied on, mistreated, called everything, but a child of God, and it hurt, but I never quit, and that's really all that matters.
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