Even as a small child, when I went to Church none of it felt right. I can also remember there was a part of me that used to want to feel that so called presence of God, but never could. I used to always think something was wrong with me because my sister love to death out of Church and when I once pointed out something on the Bible and how it didn’t make any sense, she just defended it by coming up with a lame excuse. My mom and her both can’t go one day without making a post about God and how good he is. My dad on the other hand has never really been religious or barely attended Church. There’s also very few times I will see him pray over his meals. The only time I will see him pray over meals is when my mom and sister are around and we are all eating together on a special occasion. By the way, I was always mortified by Church! It was boring, it made no sense and the praise music was enough to drive me stupid!