How To Write A Personal Narrative Essay

When I first entered the room I was expecting the stereotypical meeting, which is shown in movies where there is a circle of chairs in a room with no tables. But once I entered the room, there were plenty of seats and it did not appear to be dark and gloomy. The room was located in the basement of the church, and had the seats set were the participants are able to see one another. I was anxious of how other members would react to my presence, considering I was in a church. I was greeted when I entered the room. My anxiety slowly went away, when I realized that these are people really dealing with a difficult issue in their lives. It reminded me of how vulnerable it can be to be around others and admit to a weakness within you, to get better. It takes a lot of courage to go to a meeting, and want to change.

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

At church, in addition to my participation in the worship services, I volunteered at our church’s soup kitchen, medical camps and elementary school for underprivileged children. These experiences opened my eyes to the deprivation of love and care in the world and a dire need of God’s grace for people at large so they could receive forgiveness, healing and restoration in their lives.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

This night was one of the best nights there ( and not just because I was leading it). This night was the night that people opened up the most, and let there walls down, and let one another see each other's brokenness, that we may be healed by the Lord, keep each accountable, and pray for one another. This was the first time that I knew that I was supposed to go into ministry, although I had thought about it before. Here on this mission trip was also when I knew that I was going to be baptized for the second time. I was baptized once before, I knew that I had realized that I was not completely aware of what I was doing. I told my youth pastor that I wanted to be baptized aging, and he was very happy for me. We got back from our mission trip, and about a month later I was baptized by my youth pastor on July 31, 2016. The only way I could describe how I felt afterward was “complete”. It made with special experience even better, that I was able to share it with all of my church family, that has supported my through my walk with

City Youth is a non-profit organization in downtown Jonesboro that provides programming for youth in Jonesboro. This semester I had the privilege of volunteering my time to further their vision of “developing Christ followers while building strength, wisdom and character in young people.” (“Mission and Vision,” 2001) As an after school and summer program, City Youth reaches children who would be engaged in little to no activity if they did not attend this facility. Throughout this experience, I discovered the emotional benefits of participating in physical activities with Jonesboro’s youth.

As I sat on the back bench of a 12 passenger van with a coffee in my hand and my head on the back of the seat in front of me, I realized I had nothing left to give. All of energy was gone. I had come to the end of myself. We were driving down a bumpy road to an apartment complex filled with new faces from far away countries. As we drove I realized how much we had been doing every day and the weight of the things we had seen started to sink in. The refugees of Clarkson, Georgia had been through so much and I was getting a small glimpse into their lives during this week. However, it was Thursday afternoon and I was tired. We had been helping kids in the school all morning, then explored and ate at an international market, and my stomach was starting to turn from the ethnic food we had eaten. As we drove along and our leader described the after school program we would be working with I realized how physically exhausted I was. I began to pray for strength from God, and I told him that anything that

I prayed that I would keep a humble heart and follow anything told to me today. God delivered. I learned great things from teacher Sylvie. She truly imbeds the word of God into not only the lessons she teaches, but into her interactions with the children as well.

As I walked into St. Matthew’s United Methodist Church, I was welcomed by everyone I passed by. There was a pleasant odor filling the halls that a fresh cooked meal was being prepared making me feel like I was at home. As I walked into the hall members of all ages were there to attend the Wednesday Night Recharge ranging from cute little infants, to

Having known God all my life, I'm aware of how to pray, but I never believed I was worthy enough for Him to endear me, until that night. About two minutes into my entreaty, I began choking back sobs from the raw emotion that was mutilating me down to my very soul, emotion for Daniel, his family, friends and any other person he influenced in his succinct life. After a numerous amount of minutes spent trying to control the flow of sentiment streaming through me, I was able to get my weeping under control, only to have a new rush of passion pour out when Justin began praying over my group of friends. “Lord, Thank You for these beautiful girls. Thank you for allowing the Caddo connection”, he said using the nickname he created for our posse, “this ray of sunshine in Ridge crest. We are so glad that they began attending our church. Please help us make them feel welcome.” Unable to handle the warmth in Justin's words while trying to regain control of my lamenting, I tuned out from the rest of his

My journey with God started in February of 1993, when I went to a ladies’ conference in Columbus, Texas. It was while the speaker was explaining that she knew there were some of us out in the audience, who felt guilty about something they had done in their past, and they did not feel that God could forgive them for it. But then she quoted from God’s word; “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, not principalities, no things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Rom 8:38-39 NASB) The speaker continued on to say that all we need to do is

Humans from my own point of view are God's creation, because the bible makes me understand that humans were created in God's image, and during the creation of man, God blew the breath of life into man to make him come alive. I assume the reason humans are so unique is that they were created like God. The reason why humans are the best of all creation is that they can think, invent new things, and have dominion of all other creatures on earth. Humans are the only living creation that is conscious of their own existence, because they have advanced knowledge and skills to do things, for example, humans can clothe themselves, cook their foods, and even invent numerous technologies. Humans have a well-regulated sense that is able to

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

It’s chilly, yet clear skied, Monday morning. I awoke early to spend quiet time, in the early morning light, in the hot tub, with God before I write and before meditation. The early moments of the day are somehow much richer in solitude and inspiration comes more clearly than mid and late day moments. A plausible explanation may be: I am rested and there’s a lack of manmade energy buzzing around me or it could simple be that my mind isn’t buzzing because it’s not yet fully awakened. When my mind is buzzing, my entire body follows suite. Perhaps, the racing buzzing mind is part of what separates me from God. The irony of being in my headspace is that the body is always in the present moment, connected to the earth. The breath can serve as reminder; for when I focus my attention on inhaling and exhaling, my thoughts slow down, my mind stops buzzing about and for brief fleeting moments, I am fully in the present. Being fully present is where the mysteries of life dance, my intuition picks up on subtle energy, words and emotions of others float in. When I am present for others, I am transformed as if I am infused with and transferring love, compassion, hope, empathy, and kindness to other. These are the moments that I live for, the random coincidences where God puts another in my path. A path on which I am never sure if I am the teacher or the student and therefore, I become aware of humility that most often likes to hide underneath false notions of bravery, or better yet, it