Sometimes I go days without thinking about how reveling my unbelief to my mom has ultimately cause a much bigger rift in our already cracked relationship, and sometimes I think about it for days.
It had been a few days since I thought about it, but with mother’s day coming up it has been on my mind. As I was driving to get the kids from school I realized something. A few people in my family must have not thought I was very smart. One of the first things and one of the things that I’m still told by a few is that I am just following what my husband does. That this is not of my own doing, I did not think this stuff up. While parts of that may be true, such as I don’t know if my questioning would have ever led me down this road because I didn’t know this road was an option, the end result is all mine.
I have to wonder if they just saw me as a non-questioning, conforming person? I admit though I had questions I was too afraid to find out the answers before. I was, for the most part, a non-questioning, conforming person. I didn’t know that questioning one’s religion was an option and that it was ok to do so. I didn’t know that there might be another answer out there besides “just have faith.”
I’m glad I know now that asking questions is ok. We might not get the answer we are wanting, but it never hurts to ask. Right?