Personal Narrative: Fang

One Jacket, One Nation When you think of FFA, you think of cows, plows, and sows, but it is so much more. Growing up with a background of agriculture has tremendously impacted the way I have grown up. Both of my grandparents raised horses, which invoked my love for riding horses. My maternal grandparents raised pigs and beef as well which allowed me to broaden my background. I used to live on a dairy farm where we bottled our own milk. I also help out on our grain farm, and I milk at a dairy farm. With all of my experience in agriculture I knew that FFA would be a good choice for an activity to become involved in. Since joining the middle school quiz bowl team in 8th grade, I have been heavily involved in agriculture. Although I was later than

Father God, I come to you in thankfulness of all you have provided to me. I come to you thankful of your love and wisdom. I ask that you hear my cry and comfort me. Show him how much you love him and direct his steps. Give him a listening ear to hear your voice. I lift Elijah up to you Lord. Help him. I trust in you Lord with my whole heart. I love you so much and I am so thankful for your grace.

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

The answer of Jesus to that bad guy still moves my heart. He could have mentioned all the problems and sins that man had committed before being there, hanged over on that rude cross. He could have explained about the Ten Commandments, showing how far he walked from the living

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

As I approached the door, the loud sound of tears from behind the door grew onto me. I tried to reach for the door, but hesitance and uncertainty began to run through my body. For a moment, I stopped and took a deep breath that echoed into the dark, silent hall to prepare myself for what may lay behind the door. I waited. I slowly turned the knob and the door was now free. There lay my mother with her eyes slammed shut and the innocent, pure smirk that had always rested across her face before she passed away. A year later, I heard my name being screeched through the walls of my bedroom. My heart sank a million miles into my stomach, and I tried to pretend I didn’t hear my name being called. A few seconds later, my name was being squealed again

Waiting quietly while God is ministering to this young lady. Tears are falling from her face, seeing the Lord really having his way with her. It doesn’t matter how long it takes because it is not about me but it about the young lady receiving the Lord comfort and recurrence that He is in control. After about twenty minutes of watching, she seems freer from her current situation.

Garold starts off in a pub talking to people about how he doesn't know magic. All of them are just dumbfounded he can’t do simple magic. They don’t know he is just a human not a mage or a mythical being from this world. Maybe he will learn one day on how to do magic. Garold feels bad so he runs away back to his safe spot. The bridge that divides both worlds, the one that gets him home all the time.

Leah in Genesis Oh how I’ve been blessed by our one true God! Oh how he has taken his compassion upon me and turned my sorrow into something great. I would have never thought I would escape the place I was in; feeling unloved and lonely. But oh how God has taken himself upon my problems and turned them around! God saw me in my darkest hour, and I would strongly encourage to keep faith and hope in him through your trials, for he will see you and present you with blessings.

. . .” I repeated the whole Psalm, over and over, with a sudden clar­ity of memory. First it was a prayer; then it became the answer to the prayer. I was suddenly aware of another presence in the stark hospital cell, not exactly visible, but unmistakably, pow­erfully there. It was this new Christ I’d been reading about. There was no doubt of it; this Son of God was saying: “Come to Me . . .” and He was there. As the Psalm continued to flow through my mind it was as if He took me to Himself, held me, and filled me with a peace and a quiet that left me sure that everything was going to be all right, no matter what came next. Whether I lived or died, I had nothing to fear: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me (Johnson, para.15)

The FF Once there was a boy named Charles. Charles was 13 years old with dark hair and greenish-blueish eyes. He was tall with the cleverness of a rock. He didn't make very good grades as a student and was focusing on sports. His mother and father were very nice people with astounding personalities. His mother had light hair with green eyes and his father had dark hair like his and blue eyes. They were a kind family overall.

So to end this speech, I would like to challenge everyone to cherish God’s grace and not to take it for granted. Indeed, God’s grace is so amazing because in spite of our brokenness and our being sinful by nature, God’s grace is still there, like glue which holds us all in His loving arms and assures as to have a peaceful and wonderful life with Him someday.

As I write this assignment, my heart is heavy. This week began with romantic heartbreak, continued with supporting my dear friend whose mom is in the ICU, and has gone on today with one of my best friends grieving with me that his grandma has two malignant tumors in her lung. I share this firstly to ask for prayers for the family’s of Emily and Thomas, but also as I’m looking back at my time in meditation on these two passages I know am leaning so deeply on God’s sovereignty and sustainability for the lives of my friends. Also, as I look back on these passages, I realize that God is not done using them to mold me yet.