My Spiritual Autobiography Of My Life

My spiritual values and my connection to god and my church drive me in all things to be as christ like as I possibly can. Tho not studying for a ministry career I feel I will still have many encounters through god and in my walk with him. Pope Francis says “When we can see God reflected in all that exists, our hearts are moved to praise the Lord for all his creatures and to worship him in union with them.” This quote speaks very much into what I’ve been instilled through my time seeking our Lord. When surrounded by a group that loves and follows god as much as I do, I can see nothing but good things

It started off slow and by slow I mean really slow. My father was a deacon and my mother was the Sunday school teacher for the kids and adults, My Spirituality was something I don’t think much about as a kid. I was more in to Power Ranger and Ninja Turtle that anything else. My mom and dad tried to make god a part of my life but it don’t work. I was just a little kid and all I want was to play.

To say my faith life has been completely revamped in the last year would be an understatement. I had views and ideas about faith that seem somewhat vile to me know with the experiences I’ve had. From just lectures to the retreats my spiritual side has gone from that of a holiday catholic to a Campus Ministry Student. From little things to big ethic topics I’ve changed in a multitude of ways, my Spiritual Autobiography looks like looks like someone else wrote it compared to any year before it. I think faith is one of the most important aspects of our life and it took me until last year to realize it.

Each time, however, I was surprised that they had come to me. I have believed and never denied my faith but have not worn my faith on my sleeve, so having peers, subordinates and superiors come to me was not necessarily expected. Throughout my career with the military and in the civilian sector once I joined the Air National Guard I have had crossroads, and each time that still small voice called my toward ministry, but I avoided that call and went another way as I had since I was teenager. But I began, and now see clearly, a pattern. When I avoid the gentle nudge to serve the lord I always follow a path that leads me to service. I joined the military, service my nation and then the National Guard service my state. Next, I became a police officer servicing my community and at the same time was a special needs teacher serving the communities children. I have come to the conclusion that I have avoided the ministry because I was afraid of what others might think or say. I was not the model student or best person throughout my life and the flaws I know in myself and other know as well have kept me from pursuing the

I crawled into bed with her one night. Under the blankets and wrapped in her arms, I whispered, “Why did the doctors take your hair away?” To this, my mom softly explained to me the process of chemotherapy. I was four years old at the time, and two years prior to this my mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Having never drank, smoked, or done drugs, her diagnosis came as an incredible shock. She fought it for the next three years of her life, and though I was very little at the time, I have very vivid memories of being with her through this. I remember rubbing her bald head while we watched movies, I remember painting her pictures daily, and most often I remember doing yoga with her on the beach.

In November of 2012, I got sick. For three days my mother kept me out of school, for a mild fever. I don 't even remember feeling ill; it was simply three days off for fun. After the fever broke, I went back to school as normal. All I remember next is my head never stopped aching. Day or night, school or home, medicine or no medicine. Nothing ever made me better. It is now October of 2017, five years, and I can 't tell you the last day I remember my head not aching.

In late August 2015, I spoke with Corey over the phone about what needs to be done in order to facilitate a non-profit line of literature for the group. Calling him from my cellphone, I said to him halfway our phone call, “Corey, let it be assured that this idea of mine is a ‘kill two birds with one stone’ proposition, which has the potential to solve our group financing and publicity handicaps.” Then he responded to me by saying, “I honestly do think it is an interesting proposition and would like very much like to see what can be done to get Fire of the Spirit in a position where we can actually do just that. I want you to know that I really do value the hard work and determination which you bring to FOS. I really want to do whatever we can to make this new venture for Fire of the Spirit a reality but it is going to be a lot of work and I will need your help to make it possible.”

There are so many different religions in the world and so many people to fill them. Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Judaism make up the most populated religions in the world. I happen to not really take part in any of those religions. Most of my family is Roman Catholic and my distant relative, Raffaello Delle Nocche, is even up for sainthood. I feel the most accurate religion that I fall into is agnosticism. I am not really sure if God is real or not, but I do believe that he could be. I have experienced some hard times in my life that have needed God and I have prayed to him during those times. Other times however I question how God could allow so many terrible things to take place in everyday life.

Today, Sunday, Sept. 6th, 2015, Walking in the Spiritual light that glows from within and without. We never miss the light until we don't have it. Last week my drive was refinished and we were told that we could not use it for three days, so we had to detour through the field to get behind our house to park. It was late when we returned home the first evening and the light that always lights up our backyard had blown a GFI and was out. It was just a few feet to the GFI, but in the dark it seemed like two miles away. We were used to the light from a distance, yet when it wasn't there the darkness made a powerful change. The next morning we went out to get into a vehicle parked in the backyard and we were not able to do so. While rolling up the

The Lord states all things are possible through him (Philippians 4:13, King James Version), this is the motto I find myself holding to at this juncture in my journey as a novice researcher. The journey is similar to climbing a mountain, where the experiences will encompass both successes and struggles as at the peak the finished product will demonstrate an understanding of the process the identifies a topic and addresses the problem. This week I found a reflection wrote in April when I took this course but withdrew due to caring for my dying Grandmother. I am pleased that I did apply some of my advice without realizing, but saddened that some I did not as it applies to now. During both attempts at working towards completing the capstone, I experienced significant life events related to family losses and over commitments. Thus, this paper reflects and compares the advice from April with what I have learned and would suggest in the future. In April I advised myself to make a plan and manage my time when reading material for the research (Klinger, assignment 2017, April). Additionally, it cautioned on the element of self-care and commitments, which would have been wise to have read at the beginning of this

Step by step into the pool, each one getting deeper and deeper, my body was full of chills and my feet were being scratched by the rugged bottom of the pool. After what seemed like forever, I finally reached the middle of the water. The people who came consisted of my family, friends, and church goers who I had yet to meet. I had been waiting for this moment and I knew this baptism was something I really did want to do.

How does a person begin to write a narrative of their own life, relating events and ideas back to their own culture? Well, first, I’d like to give some baseline information about myself. I am a white, middle-class, educated, mid-western, Christian female athlete. I come from a traditional family with a mother, father, one brother, and two sisters. Taking those characteristics into account, I would say that I am a privileged member of society, and being privileged has been part of my culture. In addition, the largest influences on my life and worldview were my family, school, church, and the area I grew up.

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I would like to reflect on a few key moments of my spiritual journey from childhood that has led me to my call to ministry. I do believe that as the prophet Jeremiah was called before his birth (Jeremiah 1:5) that some are called and know their purpose from an early age while others find their path later after stumbling through life. Perhaps it might be that they have heard the call but were uncertain or unwilling to answer the call. Looking back on my life’s journey, I can see the “God moments” and how they have influenced my faith journey.