Splitting Harriet

Once upon a time, I was a rebel. And I have the tattoo to prove it.Then there was the spiked hair--the shade of which changed monthly--"colorful" language that can't be found in your everyday sixteen-count crayon box, a pack-a-day habit, less-than-modest wardrobe, and an obsession with guitar-trashing, drum-bashing music.Did I mention I'm also a preacher's kid? That's right. And like the prodigal son after whom I modeled myself, I finally saw the error of my ways and returned to the fold.Today my life is all about "lead me not into temptation." When I'm not serving as Women's Ministry…