My Spiritual Journey : The Journey Of My Spiritual Journeys

I often hear people say “I knew I was called to preach the gospel” or “ministry is in my blood.” For many years, even into adulthood, I thought ministry was only about preaching. I did not understand the depth of ministry until I became intimate with God. I realize that those who said they were called to preach are only seeking out a job because true ministry is a lifestyle. My spiritual journey began in early childhood. However, unlike many others who grew up as pastor kids, the long boring years I spent in church services deterred me from wanting to go into ministry. Even into adulthood, I went to church but that is all I wanted to do. I wanted to go to service, listen to the pastor, give my offering, say amen then go home and proceed with the rest of my life. In fact, this cycle and my view about doing ministry continued until my late 20s. As a seminarian looking back on my childhood, I discovered my family’s church habits were the norm for people at that time. My grandmother did not believe women should to wear pants because they were things that “pertain to a man (Deuteronomy 22:5)” and the skirt should always be a modest length. I could not see it at that time, but, unknowingly, while I was grumbling and complaining about my clothes and the time we spent in church, the other believers were instilling biblical values in me that would manifest later in life. My relationship with God between ages 18 and 26 is similar to the people in the last

This paper is written to share my personal spiritual journey. I will discuss the influence my family has had during my upbringing on my religious and spiritual practices. I will additionally share how my spirituality has changed and evolved over time as I married and now have a family of my own. This paper will describe how spirituality has determined and motivated my personality and the adult I have become. This will help me to expound on how my personal spiritual beliefs will establish a respectful, collaborative, and caring relationships with my future clients.

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.

Upon going to my first summer church camps, I finally had the opportunity to decide what this whole "Church" and "Jesus" thing meant to me and how I could apply this knowledge into my life. It was not until one of the worship nights, that I understood what every Christian around me felt. The Holy Spirit was alive inside of me! It wasn't long after

September of my 9th grade year, my grandpa had passed. This time, I didn’t question why God had taken him. I just prayed and prayed for healing, not only for myself, but for my family as a whole. I had tons of support at my school and they didn’t just leave me alone. They were there for me, prayed over me. For the first time in a while, I felt the closest to God.

I find religion redundant and superfluous. Inevitably, my parent's Mexican and catholic values have contaminated me. While attending church every Sunday is not on my to-do list, I do believe in miracles. I do not pursue a religion, but miracles are real. I know this because I am one. My predators are not bullies or drugs. Instead, my predator is hardship itself. I’ve shaken the hand of death and prejudice, but I yet haven't shaken the hand of my college professor.

When I left treatment for alcoholism in June of 2007, the person who picked me up told me I needed to find a church. He told me it was not about religion, but about spirituality. So the search for my spiritual home began. I looked at fundamental Christianity, Buddhism, Taoism and Metaphysics at Unity. I found my spiritual home with Unity and metaphysics.

My experiences with being part of the first generation in my family to participate in post secondary studies has been both remarkable as well as challenging. My father came to Canada as a refugee over 30 years ago and dropped out of school when he was only 16 due to the Sikh genocide that occurred in 1984 where thousands of Sikhs were being killed, raped, and tortured daily by the Indian government. He was forced to work to support his family by working long and hard hours at the family farm. When he finally raised enough money, he came to Canada in hopes of a better life not only for himself, but also for his wife and future children. He worked in a factory when first coming to Canada and finally saved enough money to buy a truck. My mother

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

I remember the tearless man standing beside the bed where the body of his mother, my grandmother, laid. There was a silent feeling in the room even as the cries and yells that were heard outside of the room from family members and friends lingered. I was shocked to see my father not cry in the sorrowful room. I knew he was being strong for me so I wanted to be strong for him. I asked him why he never seemed to have shed a tear and he responded saying "Because she is in God's hands now". Hearing that when I was young, I did not understand at the time; however, it made me realize later how significant it is to look up to my Dad during distressing times and learn from his implicit behaviors as teachings for becoming a young man.

I gradually became confused and appealed to God consistently for help to discover an exit plan from my trauma and abuse GreenWave spiritual and -love-ecstasy senses #53. However, there never came protection from the recurring injury in and around me that continued to transpire in daily life. Thus, I began to visit various houses of worship to seek help to heal and a place to escape. Eventually, I became baptized and spent time in summer bible school with a belief this would remedy my situation. I could memorize the required verses from the bible. The part I enjoyed most about those summers was being in nature. It seemed these houses of worship often repeated a story, which since conception everyone was a born sinner. Therefore, by one means or another, this helped to provide hope I could defeat the enormous obstacle home life

My story begins on the night of January 3, 2009. I never knew something so profound and distinct could come out of a situation not every young adult gets presented with. Had it not been for this night, my destiny would have a different ending. The passion to succeed and make my story become a non-fictitious life event has been the sole source of my motivation to fulfilling my dream of becoming a nurse.

With each passing day, I began counting them down and marking them off on my calender. In the mean time, as I observed new patients entering the program, I could not help but notice the excruciating extent of suffering drugs and/or alcohol subjected them to. Most of them appeared almost weightless as if they were suffering from starvation. The texture of their skin appeared dried out, pale and wrinkled. The impotence they endured over their drug(s) of choice was obviously tormenting. Likewise, A glimpse into their burgundy colored eyes told practically their entire story as I could virtually feel the pain thumping inside their chests. Repeatedly, I observed storm-like tears slithering down their cheeks as their faces implied how clueless they were about what to expect. I was forced to ask myself, “how much of what I saw was me?” I continued to question whether

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 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.