My Life Of A Christian Home

5. What is your basis of ethics? My basics of ethics was taught by my grandma she instilled a lot of her values and morals in my life giving me the teachings that made her a bright woman. She made sure to start on me early by getting me involved in church and helping me understand my religion and god and what he expects from his people. I was told to become a leader and not a follower use gods power that he using in my life to restore and help those who may be broken in life. I always ask god if I’m unsure I understand in this world of many temptations we may fall but our god isn’t a judging god and will be there with open ears and arms to help you get it right if you want change. I am not perfect but I pay attention I know right from wrong and know I am help accountable for my actions and faults. And have god move in my

of my Grandpa. He had dreams for me, and I think that I wasn’t able to accomplish them

Walking through the forest, a lone owl hoots at my presence. There are thousands of creatures accompanying me in this dense wood, yet my eyes catch only this owl. The leaves crunch under my feet; the predators and the prey of the forest watch in curiosity as this strange intruder stamps across their land. I know they’re there, somewhere, yet they stay shrouded in their leafy homes. It was in that moment that I found what fascinates me the most: why am I here among these creatures? It wasn’t a feeling of alienation, rather, a lack of understanding for the purpose of our existence.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

According to the English dictionary, the word incapable is defined as, "not having the necessary ability, qualification, or strength to perform some specified act or function." For a number of months, I believed the lie that I was incapable, and allowed this lie to be a source of my negativity. When my family decided to move from one town to another, I became riddled with an enormous amount of fear. As any change or transition that life presents, I only could fathom the possibility of appearing incapable and undesirable to the people I would meet. Throughout changes and hardships in life, we grow deeper as individuals, and we learn that incapability is a mere lie that we accept for ourselves.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

In the story, her faith is even tested, just like a test in the Bible. The Misfit explains his views to the grandmother, “Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead, and He shouldn’t have done it. He thrown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then its nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn’t, then it’s nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness.” (PG 720) The grandmother seemingly speaking to herself says, “Maybe He didn’t raise the dead.” (PG 720) When her entire family is dead, she is questioning her own faith. She seems to be throwing her own religion out the window. Her character has progressed, now far different from a manipulative grandmother who always gets her way. This outcome makes one wonder if she was ever religious in the first place or is she just trying to blend in like a

Over the past several years I have had a series of dreams that seem to carry the same theme and very similar settings. These visions are glimpses into the work which, I feel, God has called me. In one of the visions I was walking up flights of stairs and meeting a woman or a group of women on every landing. Each landing was designed to portray the state or the plight of the woman. These ladies came from every walk of life imaginable, some were rich, some poor, homeless, sick, and of different races, cultures, and religions, some had children, and some did not. I found myself listening to their stories, very intimate details of their lives. A couple of them gave their names, most didn’t. They had a level of trust in me that I could not understand.

On Sunday, November 2 at 10:00am, I attended Shepherd’s Community Methodist church in Lakeland, Florida. It had been several weeks since I had attended church and I was looking forward to worshiping and learning from the message that would be delivered by the pastor. At a United Methodist Church the first Sunday is “Communion Sunday” and I was excited to take part in the sacrament of Holy Communion at the service. Pastor Mark Reynolds was the pastor that delivered the sermon titled “The Best Investment”.

Through this journey I lost everything, except my faith in The Lord. It was at this time, The

As I read the section of Her Home in A Woman After God’s Own Heart, I could not stop getting excited for my future. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to grow up and have my own house, my own family and my own choices for those things. As I keep growing up in age, but also in maturity I realize that a home is not only a place, but it is also the people. In less than five years I want to be married and build a tiny house. I want to be the architect for my own house, and I have all these great ideas of how I want it. Yet as I read, I realize it is not all about how the house looks. It is about the people, the atmosphere and the way they feel when they walk through those doors. I would like my family to feel calm and at peace there.

She went to church with her aunt at a Lutheran church. She did not see religion as affecting her moral development. She saw her parents as the people the influenced her most in her life. She to this day does not incorporate religion into her life. She stated that the pastor told her that she was going to hell for not going to church

As I read through this book, I kept thinking of each participant (in the organization I am currently employed at) that I work with daily. We are a Christ-centered restoration home, so many of the interventions we do are explicit. We also do interventions that are not as explicitly Christ-centered. Aside from any interventions our main goal is offering a safe place with healthy relationships so these woman can heal from their complex trauma and experience new-life through Christ. Many of the things McMinn (2011) discussed were really encouraging to me. I understand the power of prayer and agree with his views, and use many of his recommendations with participants. The same is true for scripture. I was tracking with McMinn (2011) and feeling

Since a young person I have thought that it was difficult to express my considerations and sentiments. Experiencing childhood in a Christian family you generally had the weight of being impeccable at all times. There was no time or space to committing errors. Sharing the way I felt about things or notwithstanding supposing it, was made to be an incredible sin in my family. This is the reason I had got to be shut off to this present reality and extremely gullible to things. I had built up the mentality that in the event that I say or do the wrong letting so as to thin God would rebuff me smolder in Hell for endlessness. On the other hand I discovered that on the off chance that I come to God with a purged heart that he would overlook me. Later

Since the day I was born my parents took my sister and me to church ever Sunday. I grew up in a loving Christian home and was encouraged at an age where I could fully understand, to purse a relationship with Jesus. I accepted Christ into my heart when I was in the second grade and was baptized in the fourth grade at age 10. Growing up I have always been super involved in Church. I have a heart for people and love serving. Since 3rd grade until now, my senior year of high school I have been on the leadership team with my youth group. I can not imagine my life without Jesus as the center. I have been pushed to step out of my comfort zone and because of that I have grown in several different ways. For example, I am an extrovert and enjoy getting new people, but never liked public speaking as I felt nervous and intimidated. By the many adult leaders, and pastors coming along side of me and encouraging me to step of on my comfort zone I now highly enjoy speaking and spreading the truth about The Lord in big groups of people. I am so thankful for the many God loving people that have come in my life and helped stretch me. Jesus is my entire life and I am nothing without him.