I accepted Jesus Christ as my savior when I was 20 years old. At that time I was struggling with my family, problems in school and toxic relationship with my boyfriend. Despite believing in God I still did not have the knowledge of his word and the spiritual skills to find the wisdom and spiritual resources. In the midst of all those difficult circumstances a miracle happened: the Savior chose me, one of my aunts invited me to a Bible study group where I was captivated by the love, forgiveness and guidance that the word of God and His Holy Spirit was giving me in that moment the peace which surpasses all understanding, so from that day I made the decision and went to my aunt's church, to a retreat and then baptized accepting Jesus as my savior.
One of my biggest desires was to learn how to read the bible and to know more about Jesus. When I was around 14 started the Bible, but there were so many things I could not understand and I started to ask my mom and grandmother and they didn’t know either because it was more religious than a personal relationship, so later on I thought if they don’t know how to teach me I need to start my own research, so I started to look up in the internet the words I didn’t understood but I wasn’t consistent, but my prayers and conversations continued. When I was 15 years old I went for the first time to a catholic young bible study group I was a very curious girl and even though I was going to a catholic church, catholic school I had my own
I was born into a Baptist household by two loving parents, an older brother, and many younger siblings to come. I have been told I attended church willingly and faithfully since before I could comprehend my own faith. At age 5 I began to ask my parents questions about everything; I was curious. Being such a curious child, all I wanted was to ask a question that she didn’t know the answer to. When I happened upon the topic of church, my mom seemed to have all the right answers. Accepting the challenge at hand, I moved on to more difficult questions about religion. I finally got to the abstract question that got her thinking. I started to ask her about her faith, quite pleased with myself, when I realized I wanted to strengthen
For as long as I can remember my parents have been positive role models in my life and have led me down the right path; which was following Jesus. “Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it” (Proverbs 22:6). From a young age I’ve had an urge for helping and leading people. God has blessed me in many ways one such as the opportunity for biblical guidance from a young age. I accepted Christ into my heart at the age of seven years and thereover I have continued my quest to fulfill God’s purpose for me.
I was born into a Christian family. When I was young I didn 't understand the whole religion processes or why I really prayed. I just knew that I went to church every Sunday and prayed to a man named God. After a few years my family and I stopped going to church as often. We only went once in a while and always went during Christmas, Easter, and New Year. That all changed when I got my car and I became close friends the the pastor 's daughter and nieces. I told me self I would go to church every Sunday and try to learn who God was and get closer to him.
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Concurrent with improvement and enhancements to the Region 16 written curriculum, I will work collaboratively with building leaders to ensure that teachers implement the written curriculum with fidelity through the application of high-quality instruction. If appointed the next Region 16 Director of Curriculum, Instruction and Assessment, I will prioritize direct observations of instruction districtwide. As part of my observations, I will investigate the following:
“Khong Oi! Lam mot viet nay cho ma..khong you do for ma-my okay? ”--which translates from Vietnamese to “Child of mine! Do one more thing for me, child, you do for your mommy okay?.” I honestly use to hate when my mother asked me to do something for her. Even worse, I would feel embarrassed when she asked me something in her broken English. Being an adolescent, I did not understand the reasoning behind her persistent nagging or why she would ask to do so many chores, run all these errands with her, or do all these cleanings around the house. I would constantly retaliate to her firm scoldings and fiery lectures which made me believe she did not love me and I could do nothing right by her. My mother raised me with such an iron hand and back then I could not understand why. Back then I could not comprehend the meaning behind everything she did or how little I knew of the endless ways my mother showed me strength, empathy and resiliency, all in her non traditional way and how I would reflect those attributes growing up.
During the fall term, I read sections of the Bible for the very first time. At the beginning of my reading, I only found it as an annoyance as I am not a religious person. However, during my time of reading for class I found myself obtaining advice from certain phrases that I held in my mind from our readings assignments. The readings during class covered stories from the world that God created to the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, which lead to the making of Christianity. Within that time, the numerous amount of people that wrote the vital text in the Bible did not only include key events such as the rule of kings and wars in which historians have been able to confirm and thereby being able to confirm or alter the timeline within the bible; but also religious messages to benefit the soul of those reading. The verses of Genesis 2:9, Numbers 12:3, Ruth 2:19, Luke 6:31, and Kings 3:9 were the highlight verses of advice in our reading for myself and hopefully many others in the world.
“We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.” –Winston Churchill. I do remember my late grandfather narrating alluring anecdotes from his time in the Indian Air Force and a few of my late great grandfather’s heroics while he served in the British Army (1917-1946). I slowly started to develop a taste for war-time stories, military history as a whole which always intrigued me, possibly because of my family lineage. I am always curious to learn more about our past, about the mistakes made by our forefathers that however frivolous they may seem or sound but were enough to instigate a war.
“We wish you all a productive course.” A simple, dry line uttered by the teacher as I headed in for what I knew would be a grueling experience. A meditation retreat conducted entirely in “noble silence” and dedicated to finally understanding what enlightenment is. Noble silence, they called it, was the act of working as if we were alone in complete silence; alone I was in a secluded place, two hours north of Chicago amongst miles of flat cornfields where the roar of speeding cars overshadows the squawks of Canadian geese flying overhead. The place was the Illinois Vipassanā Meditation Center and it is where I chose to make my final attempt at achieving spiritual enlightenment. This silence was said to help get previous students to the goal of enlightenment. It was a goal that, at the time, I could barely define and had little clue to the gravity of what I was about to embark on. In the end, I would witness one of the noble truths of all existence: Impermanence is inherent in all physical and mental phenomena; all that arises in the Universe will surely pass away.
It’s always sad to watch the semester go. You get into this routine everyday and it becomes your life. When the semester ends you get a break which is great but then you’re thrown into a whole new routine with new people. I, myself, am a very awkward person and I’m never too keen on talking to people I don’t know. It makes it hard for me to be okay with new routines, I’d rather just keep everything the same. My best interpretation of my writing would be this: I don’t know how to change up my routine. This is seen very clearly through all my essays. However, I’d like to focus on my three essays The Youngest of Five, Band Practice, and Liar, Liar.
After I got too old for sunday school, I started confirmation. It is the process of becoming a confirmed Lutheran. Every Sunday my dad and I would drive to church. I would get in the car with him and dread the next hour and a half. Confirmation was always so boring. I would open my binder and fill out the questions just like everyone else. I would lay my head down and close my eyes and imagine I was anywhere else, but where I was now. I felt as though I was a number in a cattle stall. I was just another person they were pushing through the process of confirmation. I wondered why I felt like this. Why wasn’t learning about God fun anymore? How had I felt God’s love during Sunday school so much and now I felt nothing. I was tired of the same old thing week after week. At the same time I felt guilty for not wanting to learn about God. I wanted to be feel loved but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. I
Perspective. Nothing burnishes it more than the erosion caused by life's constant friction against one's mindset. From the safe suburbs of Massachusetts to a war-torn country. From the most luxurious districts in Syria to eating labneh with dried bread, wrapped in sheets in a 17°F-winter in Maaloula. Constant ups and downs that have done nothing to me but make me realize and appreciate life and the knowledge that accompanies strife.
On November 17, 2017, I helped Vanessa to get everything ready before had anyone came to watch the dance performance. We got everything ready and helped each group to dress up and make sure nothing was missing. Everything went very well and we also provided lunch for everyone where each of us can get together and it ended at 2pm. I helped Vanessa cleaned up everything and make sure everything was clean when we were done cleaning then we had several staffs, parents, and administrators objected about Fall Festival because some of them felt it was offensive due to cultural appropriation where it showed that they dressed up like another country cultural without having students’ parents signed to permission that Fall Festival should be provided but they did not which it was not appropriate. It helped me learn that it was important to talk to administrators to get their opinions first before asking parents for their permission without feeling cultural appropriation. There were couple challenges that I had to deal with during my internship. I had hard time to communicate with some people who I have been work with. But it helped me to learn that not everyone is good at communication and how can I modify my communicate access with them because it is important to have communication with anyone who I work with. It is important to have communicate with anyone who I work with so we can be on same page without being misunderstanding which it could cause more serious problem if we did not
Growing up in a Christian home, I was surrounded by people telling me about Jesus and what he for me by dying on the cross and saving me from my sins. Not putting together that it isn’t just about the knowledge of God, but fully believing what His word says. However, in eighth grade I started to see faith differently. That winter, four years ago, the church planned on going to Hume Lake as they do every year. I had gone to this camp multiple times, considered myself saved as a result of knowing bible stories. On one eye-opening night, a speaker explained the difference between knowing the real Jesus with all your heart and not just your head. I felt a tugging in my heart that night and decided to give my life to Christ.
Everyone at some point in their life has had the dream where they are falling, but they never actually hit the ground. This dream is symbolic of life. Regardless of how far you fall you never hit the ground. A friend of mine, currently in pharmacy school, confides in me about how he wishes that he had done things my way, the right way as he calls it. Nevertheless, I did not grasp what he meant so one day, I implored him to explain. According to him, the “right,” way is by not failing classes the first time, finishing college in 4 years, and be smart about taking the MCAT. Essentially, not screwing up the first time, so you can continue with your goals the first time around instead of getting older and wasting time. While my friend may have been right in some aspects, my personal experiences have taught me that there really is no right way. However, life does not ultimately work out the way one imagines. You do fail, you do break down, you are frightened and you learn to get up regardless of the circumstances.