As a child, I wasn't raised in church. I've always believed, but I never had any kind of routine, and my faith was minimal at best because of it. As a result, I frequently struggled with anger and depression and had no where to go with those feelings growing up. It led to a less than desirable adolescence. As I've grown into an adult, my faith has strengthened and every time I look at my perfect miracle of a son, I am so blessed beyond belief at the wonder of The Lord. As Adam's mother, I have a responsibility to raise him right. I want him raised in church. I want him to have something to believe in when life gets hard. I want him to understand the true meaning of Christmas and feel the heavenly spirit around him. I want him to be raised a Christian. I took Adam to my previous church and he was left in the care of the children's ministry nursery. That church is amazing and I am in no way diminishing its effectiveness. With that said, it's too big. When I ...