Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Christian Middle-Income Home

In this cramped trailer that seemed to be impossible to hold more than two people and maybe a small dog or two now hold none, of course it hasn't been this empty before as it only was deserted last year when my grandparents decided to get an actual home with an actual second floor

house was small it had a kitchen and 2 bedrooms he decided to sleep in

about having a real relationship with God and his Son. Of course, I knew of them, but to truly

Now, at that time, I was only 12 years old, God had not endowed me with those gifts, but when I answered him no, he began to act differently towards me. It was from that interaction that I began to take notice of the different teachings in different denominations.

I was standing there crying and praising God, saying, “Yes” to everything He told me. After I had sat down, I began to wonder where I would go, and before the thought could leave my mind the Lord said,

R/s the contractors stated that they can’t work in the home because there is too much crap in the home. R/s contractors said that there is clothes, food, pot and pans everywhere. R/s there is so much stuff throughout the kitchen you can’t see the counter. R/s he filed for eviction of the family and the court date is September 6th.

My parents purchased the 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom house after falling in love with its wraparound porch and backyard. The house was literally a street over from where we were renting a house that was the size of a postage stamp and with two teenage girls who were wanting more of their own space, this new house had everything. Though the furnace was on its last legs and needed to be turned off when not in use for fear that the house would explode, and that the half bathroom resembled that of a closet with a toilet in it, the sheer fact that this house wasn’t owned by anyone other than my parents made the house a home.

I found out on the next day that he was renovating a room in his home. However, the first step in the process was moving the colossal mountains of random stuff the previous owner had left. He told me he had signed a contract with the former owner to transfer her things for her, so that is

While I was helping my friends and family through these difficult times, I did not realize it at the time, but I was

faith, and relying on God to open doors for me. I knew then that I was on the right path.

transport and a house on a trailer to escape his stalker and for his quest.

saved. He didn't seem completely convinced. I explained to him that if I were to die after

And I prayed. I begged. I pleaded with God not to take my father. To just let me

Since I was a child, I loved making friends. Whenever I saw someone new, I would run up to them and immediately become best friends with them. As I grew up, I recall some occasions when I felt left out. I remember being so sad that they wouldn't include me. From that day on, I made a commitment to make everyone feel involved because that feeling of being left out was one of the worst feelings a young boy/girl could ever have.