My Story Of When I Lost My Faith

    My parents told us that they were getting a divorce. I didnt understand what that meant at the time, but my mom said that I would be living with her in a new house so I was okay with it for a while. after a year or two my mom started to date a really cool guy that liked a lot of the same things as me, so I was happy about that. It turned out that he is now my step-dad as of November 22, 2015. Around the same time my dad started dating a woman that is really girly and stuck-up so I started going over to his house less

I started working from the age of 18 in a restaurant as a waiter and used to help my mom in running finances of the house and well being of siblings. I met my spouse in college and brought her home to meet my mother; Mother disliked her without many reasons and wanted me to leave her or leave her house immediately. I stayed with my mother for the next six months but later on I got married to the same girl and moved out. This action enraged my mother saying that she didn't want to see my face and that I should not be present at her funeral. To make sure

Faith can ebb and flow through a lifetime, and it is rare for it to remain constant. This was one of the main points in Christian Wiman’s My Bright Abyss. He discusses that just as we grow as individuals; we must also grow in our faith. At this point in my senior year I was going through a particularly hard time, and was having trouble trusting in God and believing everything would be okay. In hindsight this may have been a good thing in the long run, as I was more receptive to the messages I received at NCYC, particularly with respect to what prayer is, and how to pray.

Since I was a child, my mother would tell me to try my hardest in school. She told me thought thing because as a child, she never had the opportunity to go to school. She only completed up to 4th grade, because her family couldn’t pay the tuition to attend. She would had to wake up at 4oclock in the morning to sell food, to make a living for her family. We were fortunate enough to be able to come to the United States in 2005, but tragedy happens a year later. She received a phone call, saying that my father was in a serious car accident, on the night of Christmas Eve, he passed away. Since then my mother, became a single mother having to support two children by herself in a new country. There

“No. She talked about some underground railroad, but didn’t tell me where she was headed.”

When I was a kid me and my mom didn't really get along all that much, always had problems, and I never knew exactly why that was. I tried everything I could to avoid any and all fights and arguments, so I did everything she wanted and whatever she said to cease all of it. Things didn't get any better, they more like they got much much worse, I was finally able to move out in with biological father and things seemed to go good for awhile I was sent to military school and made out of that. Moved back home and moved out on my own and working 2 jobs to pay for all the bills, so when you're living with mom and dad don't take for granted what they give you cause its hard when you're on your own. Graduated high school doing everything that a young

She continues to be that moving force in my life to this day. I believe so because I’ve learned so much from her words and even her own life. She unintentionally teaches me life lessons. How? She’s the most kind-hearted woman that I know and this happens to be one of her weaknesses. She and a doormat are synonymous. As terrible as it sounds, no one will ever successfully walk over me because of her. I’ve seen my father walk all over my mother and virtually destroy her. Why would I want that to happen to me? She has never verbally told me to stand up for myself; however, her own inability to do so is a better piece of advice than anything she could ever verbally say to me. My parents divorced in 2002, but for the sake of my siblings and me, they continued to live under the same roof as if everything was normal. Their issues were dreadfully obvious, he would yell all day and night and she would just sit there. I found out about the divorce in late 2013 after hearing talks of my father moving out of the house. My father lived the lifestyle of a rich, filthy pig. He wanted the ability to create multiple messes in his pigsty (home) and have it cleaned up by my mother. She did so for years, but she finally put an end to it and he wasn’t too pleased about it. She was kicked out of her own bedroom. He even told her to leave on multiple occasions. I was eleven at the time, so when I overheard my father screaming and learned about this, I

I hear the phone ring, but am too lazy to go get it, so my mom picks up. I hear her normal greeting, one of cheerful annoyance at being interrupted in whatever she was doing. Soon though, I hear her tone change to one of surprise and delight. I turn off the music playing from my phone, Train’s “Hey Soul Sister” so I can here her better.

“Sure. Just give her a heads up. She doesn’t like it when I show up unannounced.”

After my freshman year of high school, my mother decided she wanted to move away from the town I grew up in and proceeded to find an apartment in a rural area, about seventy-five miles from where we were living at the time. I experienced adversity while adjusting to that new town, which is hard to go into detail about. As I began my second year of high school with people I had never met before, I fell into a period of depression and apathy. Throughout that year, my mother went from one job to another, and was sadly fired from two of the jobs she had. This progressively led to a financial burden placed on my grandparents. Ever since then, my mother has dealt with credit card debt and continued to borrow money from my grandparents in order to

He was always in his room playing video games or at a friend’s house. My mom was always in her room or cleaning up the house. I would always ask to go to a friend’s house. Of course she would not let me. She would always say “ Kaylee we have to get this house cleaned and you are not going anywhere until it is.” When my grandmother finally got me a telephone I downloaded a reading app because I loved reading. My telephone became my best friend besides my friends at school. I sat up in my room just constantly reading one book after another. I was always really bashful and antisocial. After a while my mother met a guy and they really hit it off. He is now practically my step dad and I couldn’t ask for a better

"I saw her a little while ago," Merlin replied, giving him a knowing look. "She said she was going home."

“I understand, so I will see her. Is it okay, if I tell her you both said hello and sends your love?”

“Sure. Just give her a heads up. She doesn’t like it when I show up unannounced.”

I was a good student and she did not play about school work and grades. If I brought papers home with anything less than a B she was going off. Saying things like you have Grape Nuts (the cereal that looks like little pebbles) for a brain. Basically tearing me down for not meeting her standard. She’d go in, if my dad was around he’d shut her down, but then they’d get to arguing and fighting (actually fighting one another, they fought often about everything. He stabbed her with a fork. She beat him with a table, and pulled out a gun) A crazy childhood, like a lot of people; no pity party though ( Even when he would come for visit and they has been separated for years they would fight each other). Once my parents separated the verbal abuse was more often (calling me out of my name etc.). My mother is very particular about her house, it has to look immaculate at all time (even now). How you going to have an immaculate house when you have two kids? If anything was messed up, I would get in trouble, not my brother who may have done it. We were treated differently. She would beat me until I’m whelped up. Drag me down this long hall in our house at that time by my hair, choke me (you get the point). Here I am as an elementary school age kid asking myself why does this women who is supposed to love me and care for me treat me like this. Just like with your dad she wasn’t all bad,