So I know my title is kind of "off the beaten path", but lately God has been taking me off the beaten path. I have a story about me. When I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, words cannot describe the joy that I felt, and I was glad to be in the house of God every chance I could. I loved my church home. Some things started to happen that I didn't pay much attention to, but they had a traumatic impact on me in the long run. When I began my Christian journey I was totally myself, basking in the joy of my Savior. However, over time I started to cover-up more and more of who I really was, little by little; until I didn't look like myself at all anymore. I remember the first time one of the women, in the church, gave me something to cover my legs because I had on a skirt. I want to add that my skirt was knee length. It's funny because I didn't know why they kept handing me this, I don't know what it was, a cloth to cover up. This was durin