From One "PK" to Another

Dear Daughters,

You and I have something unique in common–we are both pastor's kids (PK). Statistics show that 40 percent of PKs go through a period of significant doubt about their faith. Thirty-three percent of them grow up to no longer be involved in church, and 7 percent leave their faith altogether.

As you know, my three siblings and I (your aunts and uncle) are all still actively seeking the Lord and are each involved in our individual churches. People have asked me over the years what it was like growing up in a pastor's home. Depending on the person asking, they might have felt sorry for me thinking I probably grew up in some kind of "holy prison," while others might think I lived a charmed life with no real problems.

"The Dot"

Dear Daughters,

I have a confession to make...I struggle with fear.

Now, the fear I struggle with isn't necessarily a fear of rejection, loneliness, or anything like that; it is the fear of tragedy. I don't assume I am alone in this fear, in fact, I believe it's totally natural. But, just because something is natural or normal, doesn't mean I have to let it control my life.

Not the "happily ever after" I expected...

Dear Daughters (or should I say, Snow White and Tinker Bell…),

This is probably how you will always look to your mommy and daddy. You are definitely princesses in our eyes! But, I've decided we need to have a realistic discussion about the whole Princess/Prince Charming thing…

The First of Many

Dear Daughters,

This is the first of hopefully many letters I will write to you throughout my life. My words so often come out more clearly when I write. You are young now, but one day will understand the things I want to tell you.

I am currently trying to rid my life of things that keep me from really living. Living in the way God intended. I am easily distracted. My mind wanders; my emotions are fickle. My desires are so often temporal and uneasily satisfied. I know the reason behind this, though I so often don't live in light of the truth. I am always striving but never quite getting where I am trying to go. I grasp at the temporal things of this world seeking satisfaction or a better life only to find I've been clawing at the sand, never leaving where I started.