Growing up in a Pentecostal Church, when we played Church, there was dancing and running around the Sanctuary, we sang loud, we prayed hard for a miracle and we had a blast. If we played church in the apartment, we had to improvise. The hamper became the piano, hair brush became the mic, the bed became the drums and I guess as the preacher, I just winged it. We sang and preached to our neighbor, Mr. Oals, just in case he was listening.
I remember all four of us were planning on starting a Gospel singing group. We sang our hearts out in the church parking lot...practicing. People were shouting..."SHUT UP!", but that didn't stop us. We had our dad come out and take a picture of us. We posed and boy were we a motley crew. Christian had her shirt on with the lovers running across the beach at sunset, I had long stringy red hair, we wore our gauchos and we thought we were something. Lovely memories.
|My cousin Jeanie and my little sister Cheryl.|
This is a good example of what we wore.
|The four Estep kids on Christmas morning.|
It gave us...
1-Friends all over the United States
2-A wonderful foundation
3-A close knit family
4-We were allowed to be children
6-Freedom to use the gifts that God gave us
7-The knowledge of what a relationship with God is and how it impacts a life
8-First hand accounts of people being healed and delivered
We had a good childhood. Did we get to play sports on teams? NO, we had church. Did we get to build forts and roll down hills in rusty barrels? YES, we had lots of room to play and great imaginations. Did we have the best of clothes, toys and things? No, we had the best of love, family and faith. Were we rich with money and things? No, we were rich because we had two parents that loved each other and us, unconditionally.
I am thankful for the Church. I am thankful I grew up a Pastor's kid. I am thankful that I have always known that Jesus Loves Me.
Thank you, Mom and Dad for these memories and for the foundation grounded in Truth. I am Blessed.
|The Estep four with our spouses and our|