By Kay Heitsch
Every person's death is different. I was 23 when Mom died. I loved my Mom, but when she died, I had a feeling of freedom. I always felt this pressure to accept her religious beliefs, but now I was free to be me.
The minister who had conducted my Mom's funeral didn't waste time coming to my Dad's house and informing me that I was now removed from their church membership.
My Mom must have been paying whatever was required to keep me on their church books.
When I think back, this was poor timing and very unkind, but at the time, I was happy to be rid of the whole religious group.
Now, I even shudder to think I might never have studied the Bible on my own, and would have just gone along to get along. I praise the Lord that He slammed this door shut!
My Dad had no connection to this religious group. I don't know what he thought about the whole thing. We never talked about it.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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