You are NOT your own.

I have reflected on my blog posts and I realised that I seem to have told my story largely from my struggle perspective, and although this tells a story of dealing and coping, I also realise that this is not the full story and the struggles don't define me. I am going to try and balance the story and one thing that strikes me immediately is that telling of ones life is quite a complex undertaking, and not necessarily told as once off. So I will attempt to speak into various aspects as I felt led by the Spirit.  My parents were not the church going type, in fact as a child I cannot recall going to church other than weddings and occasionally funerals.   Not even Christmas or Easter were occasions for church, rather these were celebrated in the age old traditional manner, presents, family gatherings, easter eggs, parties, and huge dinners.  More often than not; the men folk would go on a hockey tour, and the women and children would gather at one of the ladies houses fo...