Growing up, my childhood was pretty troubled. My parents split when I was seven, and I didn’t see much of my father. After the divorce, my mom struggled with drug addiction, which led me to be taken away from her at the age of nine.
After high school, I went to college, and I did the stereotypical college partying and drinking all the time. I wanted to find a church, but I felt like no one would accept me. I felt like people would judge me.
I dropped out of college and ended up in two relationships that led to children outside of marriage. I felt lost, and I knew I needed to get into church. But who would accept me? Who would understand my story?
Turns out, there was a group of people who did.
— Savannah Parker