Growing up Secure
When people ask me what it's like to be a pastor's daughter, I often wonder instead what it would be like to be a pastor and a parent at the same time. There's often a big ruckus kicked up about how PK's almost always turn out either wild or weird; angry and disillusioned or sheltered and irrelevant. But how about the parents who are trying so hard to figure out how to carry out their life's calling and raise a family at the same time? As the oldest in my family, I've watched my parents struggle to find the balance between meeting the demands of church members and providing a secure environment for us to grow up in. One of the things that I think I will always remember and cherish about my childhood was that everyday after school, at 2:30PM, we could count on my dad's silver CRV pull up to the curb to pick us up. And when we filed out of the backseat of the car and ran inside the house, there would always be a snack for us to eat before we started our h...