Personal Narrative – Life in Jesus Essays

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Personal Narrative – Life in Jesus

Life. My life rests in the glory of Your son. As it sets behind the distant trees across the lake, You spill Your love over me in the brilliance of the sunset. Reds, pinks, blues, oranges, and purples blend to create a sight beyond my human imagination. Streaks of color illuminate the sky above me and reflect in the lake's still waters. A rugged cross stands with such strength in front of the sunset in remembrance of the One who died to grant us such beauties. Here is where I fell in love with life. Here is where I fell in love with You.

This place holds the first summer of my life. Not only did I find You in the daily wonders of Your sunsets, but in the life-giving waters of the lake, in the
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I scramble to get papers written, lessons planned, books read, meetings attended, people pleased. I cannot remember the feeling that once accompanied the sight. I struggle everyday to remember You and Your glories, but "the world is too much with me.". I wonder how I can find the girl who once basked in the warmth on Your sun, took time to hold hands and hug; the girl who knew why she was living and for what.

Life. They are so strange, the paths that You lead me along. I find myself in the magnificence of Your sun only to lose myself again to the ways of my world. I am temporarily blind to the scarlet red, fiery orange, and deep purple that once appeared in the sunsets. I forgot how to dance. I forget how to hold the hand of a friend or offer a warm embrace. But I can always remember the image, and yet the image is nothing without Your soothing peace.

Life. I waste so much time trying to attain that grade. I spend money on so many things to make myself into someone other than who I am. I think about me, me, me. I want to remember how to waste time gazing at a sunset in awe of You. I want to remember how to take time to laugh, hold hands, hug, kiss, be comfortably silent. I want to remember how to think about You, You, You.

I may be far away from my sunset, but I am searching daily for its brilliance and for You. Though the shores I once danced upon are sleeping, and winter snow blankets the
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