When my mom’s battle with cancer was getting worse, I rebelled and selfishly tried to escape. I had a boyfriend for the first time and was foolish. I became pregnant and although I knew that I was going to keep the baby, I did not know how I was going to manage. My boyfriend, although he was young, asked me to marry him.
We went to church like we were supposed to, and I taught sunday school lessons for youthto my Sunday school class. I felt embarrassed of my actions and did not know how to tell my parents. I was terrified to tell my dad. I decided I had to tell my mom, I made her promise not to tell my dad.
The next day my pastor came over and sat down in our living room. My parents said they needed to talk to me, and my pastor looked at me and said, now that we know you are pregnant. My world started to spin. I could not believe that my dad and my pastor knew. They asked what we were going to do about it, and I said he asked me to marry him. My dad was happy with that. I think he just wanted to know that I was going to be taken care of.
My pastor told me that we had to go to counseling, and that I would have to go in front of the church to ask for forgiveness. He said that because everyone would know, that is why I had to do this. I’ll never forget that Sunday. I was so nervous throughout Sunday school, I barely listened to thebible study for teens. I had written a note of explanation, that my pastor allowed me to read. I felt so ashamed and wished that I could change the past. I wished that I had learned early on to be obedient to my parents and not be rebellious.