Black/White

My parents were/are see the world in black and white.   No if any grey area.  White or black, right or wrong, sinner or saint.  That being true they of course hung out with like minded souls and that was my world for quite some time.  Time passed and I grew older-teenager and finally young adult.  During that time I was exposed to many new kinds of thinking and ways of life.  I started realizing I did not agree with the black/white thing.   Some things they thought were black were actually white in my eyes and there was all kinds of shades of grey or to me bright blue,  radiant red and sunshine yellow.  Grey is much too drab to compare to life.   Sometimes, when I was feeling brave and maybe a little Mountain Dew high ventured to question my parents beliefs.  Like "If God is in control He sure is not doing a very good job of it".   That went over like a lead balloon.  In church youth group which I loved and am thankful for most of the fun times and life lessons, they would have every now and then a tearful 'foot washing' service in which they had to wash each others feet in some sort of prayerful manor.  I say 'they' cause I never participated in that.  I'm sure I was on the 'Steffie is going thru a rebellious stage' ladies weekly prayer list.  I did not mean to be rebellious I just did not see what all the tearful drama was about and the thought of  washing a teenage boy's feet kinda creeped me out not to mention I like to keep my feet to myself.  Now I am all grown up with my own grown up kids.  I tried to be more of a free thinker with them and hopefully encouraged them to question...everything.  Now, I do have beliefs and convictions in Black/White, Bright Blue's, Sunshine Yellow's and Radiant Red's!  Love you my friends.  kisses