If it is was all about religion, what to do, what to say, what to wear on a Sunday, all about perfection, black and white, wrong or right, never great: well, we’d never make it. I’d never be good enough. I threw my hands up, worries down. I remember when He showed me how to break up with my doubt. Once I was lost, but now I’m found: no strings attached when He saved my soul. I want you to know the God I know.