Reflection About Love

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.

I was feeling like this until my ninth and tenth grade years of faith formation which was preparing for Confirmation. I was honored to have my Godmother as my mentor: someone who is alive in her faith and can lead you in the right direction: a devoted and knowledgeable Catholic. During our two years meeting and attending classes, we learned and felt even more appreciation for Jesus and all that he did for us. It was about three months until confirmation and my relationship with Jesus was progressing, but my heart wasn't fully ready to accept him into my life yet until a retreat made me feel the closest I have to Jesus. Because of the adoration, being prayed over and the worship, I finally opened up my heart and accepted him into my life. It has been over a year since that moment and my life is forever changed. Jesus is always there for me and I am the happiest I have ever been in my life. Jesus is my light and salvation and I am so thankful that I opened up and let him into my

What was the process of my conversion like? I’ll begin with this year, all the way back to my trip in Guatemala. I struggled to understand what belief was and what being a follower of Christ really was. I was trying to understand the faith with my own intelligence, which constantly failed me. On top of that I was living without morals, saying, doing, and thinking whatever I pleased. This all, plus sickness, made my trip to Guatemala very challenging. As the year went on I still tried to live in Christ on my own will, which isn’t living in Christ at all. I would read his word but only some days instead of every day. What I didn’t realize is that I need his word every day. Because this world is evil and unclear, but his word gives ultimate clarity.

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

I said yes to Jesus in eighth grade. I was on a retreat with my youth group and during bible study, I realized how alone I was at that time, I felt the presences of God. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. At the time I was at the biggest low in my life. I was bullied by my “best friend” at school and felt that I had no friends. Only recently did I realized these two events happened in the same year. While I may have lost a friend on earth, I gained my best friend in Heaven who has stuck with me through everything.

I was going through, what seemed to be, horrible times and the advice I received from many people was to commit to a church and become “Saved”. As a preteen it was a bit confusing at first because I wasn’t sure how or when to make this life changing decision. I was also scared to walk down to the Alter as the preacher called for every other Sunday. The church I chose to commit to is Pastor Ricky G. Rush’s, Inspiring Body of Christ (IBOC) and I became a member on June 15 2010. From that day forward I never felt better. I feel as if I have an unbreakable bond with God. Of course there is times when my faith is tested and I understand that these days will come and go but most importantly is that they do go away. It’s how you overcome the struggles of a bad day that allow the good days to feel

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

The poem “Love is not All” by Edna St. Vincent Millay stood out to me when reading poetry in class. The meaning of the poem “Love is Not All” is to remind someone that there is more to life than just love. For example, in a class discussion on September 26, it was discussed that love does not supply the necessities of life (Craig). This poem serves as a reminder that there are things in life that matter more than love such as, food, shelter, and water. The poem “Love is Not All” stood out to me because of my ability to relate to it and use it to help guide me through a bad break up.

In the two years we have been together, my boyfriend, Andy, and I never talked about what we considered cheating to be. This past July, I found out that he had spent the night in his car with one of my closests friends, and his ex-girlfriend. I had told him in the past that I was not comfortable with him being out with a girl late at night, but never fully elaborated on it. Realizing that he had done something I wasn’t comfortable with, he told me he was up late playing Halo, and kept his outing from me for almost a month. Since we had never laid our boundaries, there were no boundaries to break. Personally, I view cheating as doing something you would not tell your significant other about, but he sees it as having intimate relations with someone other than your significant other. He saw it as him doing something wrong and apologized for it, but felt that it was nowhere near cheating. Our disagreement stems from the differences between our beliefs and expectations for each other.

Where do I begin? I’ve told you in our conversations that over the course of our relationship I have been hypocritical about being open throughout our time shared together. Holding back from sharing things with you has proved to be not beneficial in the least and I think it has been a contributing factor in the friction we are experiencing now. I held this belief that if I told you about the things I struggled with or past mistakes you wouldn’t be accepting of them and maybe you won’t be, but I believe now that if we want to keep Jesus at the center of our relationship we should be able to come to each other and help each with the areas we struggle with.

I never knew heartbreak until second grade when I discovered multiple fights between my parents, ultimately resulting in a divorce. After that, I had a different outlook on my life. I thought love wasn’t real, and happiness was never obtainable. Between my two siblings and I, I was the first to grow up. Many years later, my sister finally discovered what I had learned years prior, and it was like a reset button, restarting the whole situation over again. It brought me back to that moment, and my only choice was continuing to remain strong for my older sister. Throughout my whole life, I’ve given her advice, simply because I understand more about tragedy than she ever has. Growing up, I believed I was invincible because I never felt emotions after my parent’s divorce, but then I met a boy who made me believe love was real. After it was too late, I realized that I had done something horrible: fallen for a guy, making myself vulnerable. Despite the promises of “never hurting me”, I ultimately ended up on the floor of my room, in the dark, drowning in my own tears. Soon after, he managed to manipulate me back into a relationship, and I simply put up a wall so no one would be able to get to my heart again. In a way I was grateful to him for allowing me to simply shut off my emotions, and protect my heart from everyone, but at the time I could only think about how it was my fault, and that I was a horrible person because that is what he wanted me to believe.

Reputed to be a human, everyone yearn for love. The time when the humans are in love, they always set question on your mind. Most of people certainly choose the best thing to oneself but sometime not apply for love. The best people may not the most lover, and the unknown people may not the enemies. Love seems hard to understand, but love is a beautiful thing for the life. Humans can stay on the world because they have love. It can be seen verities poetry that writes about love. The poem “Love and A Question” is the one that the poet “Robert Frost” writes and chooses the simple word, not have allusion in the poetry. “Love and A Question” showed in the aspects of love, though the question what is the true love? and the finally must be selected.

Love is an intense feeling or emotion of deep affection. It is the act of giving oneself to another with no boundaries. A specific bond has developed that brings warmth and comfort to everyone involved. Whether this is a family member, significant other, friend, or house pet, the acts of loving and being loved play a significant role in society, insuring that the population would be unable to function without it.

Before I accepted Christ, I was bitter, angry and separated from God. As a young child the elders brought me to church, I followed/exemplified what I had seen in the church and not so much, of what they were teaching. When I was about age nine living in Baton Rouge, LA, I discovered my great aunt who raised me was not my biological mother. My great-aunt explained I was the middle of four children and my mom and dad could not afford to provide for me at the time I was born. Therefore, they left me with her for a while and never return to come and get me. I enjoyed living in Baton Rouge however; we later had to move to New Orleans. I never liked to visit New Orleans, reason being the kids would tease me about being the

Have you ever wanted to make a difference in a someone’s life, but not known how you can? I have had the life-changing opportunity of working at a group home in two different houses; one house being a foster care home and the other being a behavioral house. If you ever want to be smacked in the face with how incredibly blessed you are, you should find a facility like Youth Unlimited. Working in a setting like a group home has taught me to rethink how ungrateful I can be at times.