Reflecting

                                I was a deacons' daughter. Conservative Southern Baptist deacons daughter. Teaching Sunday school to 1st graders and assistant in junior church at the age of 15. I remember getting a little mad at my Mom because I wanted to dye my hair and she wouldn't let me because of the example it would set for the kids I taught. I didn't understand her philosophy then. I guess I kinda understand it now, at the age of 42, but sometimes I'm not sure.  I taught at church in one class or another from the age of 15 till my mid 20's. We had a rotating schedule for the nursery. Sang in the youth choir and then graduated to the regular choir, for many years. I loved singing but never thought I was very good. Always used the verse, " make a joyful noise. " My dad, the deacon, was my Sunday school teacher for many years. The preachers wife was also one of my main teachers for most of my growing up. When I was able to return to the role of student in my twenties, I had a very none conformist southern baptist divorcée bachelor for a teacher. He challenged my traditional up-bringing, made me question why I believed what I believed. He supported my beliefs, He just wanted me to understand what I believed and why I believed it,and not just because it was what I was raised to believe. Some Sundays we had a gripe day, time to unload on how lousy our weeks had been, and then time to reflect on how thankful we were for the blessings we found, once we looked back over it.  Hindsight is always 20/20.
                              Just thinking out loud for all the world to see...............