It’s been 3 years, 10 months, and 5 days since my family walked out of the doors of our local Southern Baptist church for the last time. I knew when we were leaving that we were leaving something much bigger than our local church and even the Southern Baptist Convention, but I did not yet comprehend how far outside of conservative white evangelism the journey would take us nor how long we would be wondering in a spiritual wilderness. Sometimes the grief still leaves me breathless. I often feel embarrassed that it still hurts so much.