I guess you could say I come from an ideal family.

My parents have been married for over 40 years. (Their story of getting together is amazing if you ever want to ask them.)

They both love the Lord (they have some powerful testimonies) and have been in ministry leadership for most of those years.

I have so much love and respect for them and their reliance on the Lord. They truly brought up me and my sisters in the “way we should go.” (Proverbs 22:6)

My sisters are my best friends. We do life together. My idea of a perfect vacation or even just my happy place is wherever they are all at. They are my favorite people.

Hearing all that, most people would view my family as the “perfect family.” Because we get along. Because we love one another. Because we all follow the Lord.

Sure. We may “appear” perfect.

But no family is perfect.

Yes, we grew up in the church. Yes, we had family devotions every morning. Yes, we served in the church at a young age.

But no one knew the different struggles we faced.

We may have looked perfect on the outside but we still dealt with our faults.

Just because I had a Dad and Mom who loved the Lord and trained me up to follow Him, does not mean I came out perfect.

I struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts in Jr. high and some of Highschool. It wasn’t because of anything my parents did or didn’t do.

It was because of my view of who I thought I was.

I didn’t live up to people’s expectations. I raised their opinions of me higher than God’s. I hated myself and didn’t see the importance of my life or that my life mattered.

I was a slave to pride and a legalistic attitude. I didn’t understand the meaning of grace.