Personal Narrative Essay : My Life In Heaven's Life

I have grown up in a Christian home but it wasn't until my junior year of high school when I was at Hume Lake with my youth group that I dedicated my life to being a disciple for Christ. That following summer I went on my first mission trip to Haiti to serve at an orphanage and shortly after returning home I decided to get baptized. My faith was put to the test when my family decided to move from Santa Barbara to Pennsylvania during my senior year. My dad moved there six months early while my mom, my brother and I stayed back and lived in my best friends small guest house so we could finish the school year. My world was completely flipped and nothing was going the way I planned but I knew that I could trust in God in whatever situation he put

I grew up in the Christian faith, where at a young age I probably accepted Christ, but it wasn’t until my twelfth birthday when I decided to rededicate my life to Him after a friend wrote in a birthday card, “Remember what Jesus was doing when He was twelve?”

Rouhani, do not release the Christian and Muslim American hostages no matter what the un-American Hawaiian born, the lady senator who I'm so glad is running for the Presidency, the hateful man with an orange outfit, or the ugly Afghan refugee are saying. Don't even care what the world are even indicating to you. Let me repeat myself, do not release the damn hostages. The day after my an inauguration as the President of the United States of America, at least the guilty hostages would be another excuse for me to start a peaceful war with you and eighty five millions of your hateful kind. Most likely my Vic President pick the beauty pageant Sarah Palin, and definitely my Secretary of State the bacon wrap machine gun Ted Cruz, are on the same page

Growing up in a Christian home was nothing extraordinary. My father volunteered at my church and was very connected with the community, while I went to the kid service every Sunday. About four years ago the church we had gone to for my entire life shut down. Loosing that church was a tough experience because the church was like my second family.

"Now on the same day, two of them were going up to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem" (Luke 24:13 NRSV)

We get ourseleves to chought up worrying what the world think, that we easiest forget who created us. If we put ours focus on the media too much, we will be come what the world want us to be and self-conscious about what others think, if we are keeping ourselves worrying about what others think then we are really not going to know who we really are as a person. Not saying it easy, when it still hard for me. Because I still struggle with it going to the beach anytime and people asking millions of questions on what happen to my crest, why do you so many scars? The questions would never stop, so it came to the point that I will just swim with an t-shirt on. I try to find way to deal what I have and also been this journey with Jesus to find who

Nirvana, idyll, paradise, heaven on earth, and Utopia what do all these words have in common? They are an idea, a figment of our imagination, something we can only aspire to achieve. Even the Greeks knew it; the Greek translation for Utopia is “not place” or “no place” as in a place that does not exist. So how could I stand here today and tell you that a utopia could exist on earth that would be naive of me. What I will say is originally, I was naive I did believe in paradise or nirvana or utopia whatever you may call it. I thought of course there could be a utopia, for every person it is different so how could someone tell me otherwise. For me all I needed was my family, my closest friends and of course all my dogs; it did not matter where

What kind of person would I be Today if I did not have my Catholic faith? The past two years I have often asked myself this question. Starting my seventh grade year of school I had a difficult time with the girls in my grade. I was ignored, left out, talked about, I always seemed to be alone, and I only had one friend in my class. My eighth grade year seemed much worse because my friend switched schools. I became very close to switching schools multiple times that year; however I managed to stick it out until high school. My freshman year all my new friends were into the boys. It bothered me because most boys would not talk to me because I wanted to stay pure. Through all of this I kept my faith and it lead me through it. At church on Sundays

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.

I grew up Catholic therefore I grew up thinking that marriages were required to take place inside of a church, surrounded by hordes of family and looking into the eyes of a Catholic priest. However, when I was 17, my brother announced his engagement to his wife. Both of them are extremely outdoorsy people, so they made their own decision to get married on the top of a ski hill, garbed up in full ski gear ready to glide down the mountain après ceremony. They wanted to keep their numbers small and those who wanted to ski down the mountain after the ceremony were allowed to but didn’t have to. They had no plans to invite a priest or to fill out any papers signaling an official lawful wedding. They wanted to have the fun of the ceremony without

Faith. I have a certain amount of trust in people, but I can depend on someone that I know won’t let me down. During my younger days I was outrageous and had a bad rap on my name by doing stupid things. Such as cursing bad, dealing with boys, and selling weed. What finally made me change was when I realized I didn’t want to hurt my parents. The image of my parents crying over my body in a casket broke my heart. I don’t want to ever put them through that. After all I’m their baby girl. Ever since then I started doing right and as of now I’m trying to find my way with God. It’s been tough because of the temptation of going back to selling weed. I’ve managed to control myself and continue to do right.

I was about six years old when I asked Jesus into my heart. It was a Saturday night when my oldest sister Marilyn asked me if I wanted to get saved. I heard that getting saved was the only way to heaven and I couldn't go unless I had asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins, I accepted Christ that night. Then when I turned thirteen, there were several times that I doubted salvation. I went to one of my counselors at camp and made sure that I was saved. About three years later I went and got baptized. Under the leadership of my then Pastor Paul Gaymon, I was able to be a helper in different ministries; nursery, VBS, junior church, and sing in both teen and adult choirs.

I don’t know Jeremy, a big part of me wants to believe (looks for Jeremy’s eyes)…it really does. But another part of me,

Could other people come back as Hitler and line use up? In my appinion yes, he could even though hes dead others like terorist could come to the United Stats. If you have ever read Anne Frank it was just so hurt full of why a little girl couldn’t live out her deams and had to hide in side bc if not she would be taken by Nazies. Just thinking about what if you and your kids had to hid just to live not live the way you wantd to but in a way that could keep you and others alive.

“FLY IT LIKE A MUSTANG!” he shouted, so I shoved the stick all the way over and a view of the earth completely filled my right window as we came around. Oh man!