The More Side of Things

Seeing as how my blog is titled Jonny's Thoughts On Movies, Games, and More (highlighted for a reason), and that reason being this entry is on the more side of things. My church I go to (first church I've really felt like I belong to be honest) has had a series for the past 6 weeks, and will be finishing it's last week this upcoming Sunday, has pretty much caused me to take a look at my life to be honest.

The series I'm referencing is a simple one, yet something more profound than what appears on the surface. Maybe it's not simple, but the series has lasted 7 weeks, with each week featuring a person telling their story, leading up to how they got to where they got to today in their walk with God, wherever that may be. I got to tell my story as I mentioned in this entry: August Entry What I did not share, are things that I have mentally blocked. At least it felt that way.

Having said that, each week that I have listened to people tell their stories (and let me say, I respect each person that has gone up and shared their story. It's not easy to go up there and share a story, let alone about oneself, and for me, I know I could never do such a thing, as I struggle speaking in front of a group like that, it's probably why I have no problem expressing myself through writing. I love it.), I have found myself looking back on my childhood, and life in general to be honest with you.

There are things about my life I haven't really shared with anyone. One being about my mom. When I first went to my church (GracePoint), I'd be lieing if I didn't say it felt weird. Not weird in being that it meets at a school, but weird in being that the school it's at, it's the last place my mother worked at.

There are other things, such as performing the Heimlich maneuver on my brother that was choking, and successfully might I add. Could have been bad if I didn't, I know that's what my parents said at the time. Funny thing, it was my first and only time doing that, and I only did it, because I had saw it on television.

A weight set almost fell on my youngest brother back at one of our first houses when I was a kid, and I somehow managed to push him out of the way, just in time, or it would have hit his head, and who knows what would have happened.

Then there are the arguments between my parents I had to go through. Alcohol was heavily used and was the cause of fights  between my parents when I was growing up. I remember one time emptying out a new case of beer (down the drain) because I was sick of the fighting it was causing.

There's other things, but those are just a few I felt like mentioning and/or sharing in this entry.