It’s no secret that PKs have gotten a bad rap. We’re branded as rebels and troublemakers and labeled dysfunctional and unhealthy, often because we fail to fit into a box that others have framed for us. We bear an enormous amount of pressure growing up as PKs, and with unrelenting judgment blurred into our daily experience, we avoid and are even afraid of being honest and open.

 

So, who does the PK daughter talk to when she’s having issues at home, at work, or in her relationships? What about when she makes a life-changing mistake? With whom do we share our pain, concerns, and the aspirations that don’t necessarily align with what’s been outlined for us, when we don’t want the whole church to know how we feel?

 

And what about the complex relational dynamics of church leadership that affect us? We witness our parents work hard to build a church Christ would be proud of, only for people to hurt our parents and us in return. Yep, we get hurt too because it’s not just our parents who sacrifice, we sacrifice as well. We’ll talk about this a lot, ‘cause, girl! Let’s be clear, you did not choose this life, this life chose you. 

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Now don’t get me wrong, being a PKD is not all bad. It comes with some good too, in fact, a lot of good. If that’s hard for you to see that right now, I get that too, because adverse experiences can impair our vision, leaving us jaded and wanting to tap out. 

 

How do I know? I’ve been there. It hasn’t always been peaches and cream for me. I fought with God and even ran from my calling. More than once. I allowed the enemy to think he could win. I had to pursue my own spiritual growth, overcome my own struggles, and move in my own faith. 

 

Biggie said, “It was all a dream.” I say, “It was all a journey.” ...A journey to fight for the true me, a journey to discover, transform, and change the way the world views PKs.