Essay about Personal Narrative- Transformation of a Hurting Teen

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

I had been a “Christian” for years, being raised in a Christian home it was just the thing to do. However this meant nothing to me at the time I was a Christian because everyone else was. So after a long time and the struggles I went through, I was so far gone and away from what God had planned for my life that it looked like there was no hope. This is when something happened to me something incredible God restored my life and brought me home, out of my sin. Now this didn’t happen over night it was a process which took a matter of months, but it started the night I fell on my knees and realized I had been living a lie and that I was not a Christ follower, I knew the stuff but never applied it to my life and let it change my life.

From then on, my changed life continues, and it constantly grows in difficulty. Temptations lurk around every corner, and evil becomes more evident with each passing day. This effects everyone, even Christians. It makes it harder for people to believe that a God so powerful and so loving could let hatred spread to all corners of the globe with such relentlessness. But, God has the whole world in his hands. When in doubt, he constantly reminds me that while life may not always feel the best, it is definitely for the

The person I was, is not the person I am today. There once was time where I wasn’t really involved in society. I was lazy and I thought other things were more important. My life really changed when I went to Rite of christian initiation of adults, I was more involved in my church, learned more, and I also started to attend mass.

It was amazing what total surrender did to turn my life around. My double life died as I became single minded for God. I could not get enough of his word, prayer, worship and fellowship with other believers. God began to lay a strong foundation of faith in me that would begin to grow and produce good works for his kingdom. Walking with God has not always been easy. I had times were I have been faithful to God and times when I have grown cold toward him. I thank God that he never gives up on me. I thank God that his mercies are new everyday. Almost two years ago, I lost my husband and my mother on the same day. I lost my father ten months later. If I not built a foundation and if I had not developed intimate relationship with God I would have never made it through the most difficult time of my life. If God had not healed me of the brokenness of my youth, I would never have believed he could heal me of these new

My faith mixed with Scrupulosity became a toxic prison and tormented me with obsessive thoughts about my religion, faith and morals. Though I believe that my faith would have been nothing but a positive influence on my development, the OCD turned it into a heavy burden. After my ‘crash’ in the summer of 2015, I almost rejected my faith and everything that I had been taught since childhood. I questioned everything that had been taught to me: the worldview that I was ingrained with was full of holes. Now I am meeting Jesus all over again, in

My youth was devoted to being an example and role model for my family. Something I could never accomplish if not for the summer after my father left. We were invited to a summer camp where I gave my life to Christ. It was only with His help and the guidance of my pastor that I was able to carry such a load at a young age. It wasn’t until I was away at college, that I met and counseled with a new pastor, that I realized I was carrying a burden that should never have been mine to

The rest of the week went extremely quickly; I’ve never learned more about my spiritual relationship with God. Not a single day at Gull Lake Ministries was the same. There was always a new adventure to discover. Whether it was making friends, playing games, or jumping off a one-hundred-foot tower, camp was always entertaining and fun. I found that the “camp high” that my friends had told me about was real, and it changed me for the better. My first year at camp had been made a success through the combined efforts of the counselors, the staff, and my newfound friends. I have returned to Gull Lake six times since my first year, and

I had lost a group of friends who I grew very close to seeing as they looked at me in a different aspect. "She's going to judge us" , "She's too good for us now", "I don't want to sit with someone who's going to preach to me" , these were all phrases that got passed around the tiny halls of my middle school after I had committed my life to Christ. My "social life" had digressed and people didn't want to be around me, but that's the moment I came to a realization. I was looking for love somewhere there wasn't any, I had put my foot in a path that was dry on appreciation where I had thought there was plenty, and the heartbreak I had taken from the loss of three great friends had got healed by one awesome Father. There are some worldy heartbreaks when accepting Christ, but they become heavenly appreciations after you realize why the Lord has detached you from

When I came to the age where it was time to go to school, I was horrified. I remember most mornings it was a struggle for my mom to drop me off. After years went by, my shyness seemed to get a little bit better, especially after moving to Texas in fifth grade. Throughout middle school I wasn't as shy but I still kept only a few close friends and would never speak to a large group of people. It wasn't until high school, where I finally broke out of my shell into the person I've always wanted to be.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

My first real act of rebellion was when I went out in public in immodest clothing. I was with my friend Sarah, who was never one to listen to her parents,