Sacred Words-Personal Narrative

There was agony in my heart, however, as I felt that his affections for me didn't surpass the desire we had so regularly and eagerly tried to fulfill. Suddenly, I felt that it was necessary to apologize to him for loving him so much.

"I . . . love you, too." The difficulty of saying those words overwhelmed me. I had always seen myself as someone with solid, untouchable emotions. At that moment, though, I was in a fragile, quivering state; and I could not believe I had conjured such a false image of myself.

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

To say my faith life has been completely revamped in the last year would be an understatement. I had views and ideas about faith that seem somewhat vile to me know with the experiences I’ve had. From just lectures to the retreats my spiritual side has gone from that of a holiday catholic to a Campus Ministry Student. From little things to big ethic topics I’ve changed in a multitude of ways, my Spiritual Autobiography looks like looks like someone else wrote it compared to any year before it. I think faith is one of the most important aspects of our life and it took me until last year to realize it.

I nervously started to fidget with my fingers as I realized this could end in death. This could end in the death of the man which I call my best friend and the man which I hold great admiration to. I glanced back on the months we’ve spent together; they were some of the best months of my 24 years. His laugh was embroidered in my memories along with his twinkling blue eyes. How would I ever live knowing that he was forever

A child’s cry rings out. As my eyes light up, a soft skinned, blond haired angel is carefully placed in my cradled arms. As he coos softly, latching onto my finger, I begin to fall in love. His bright blue eyes open, staring at me with nothing but pure love and wonder. I clutch him to my chest, vowing to never let anything hurt him.

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

Before I could say anything else, I was being pushed into the line with the other young men. All I could do was stare at her curly brunette hair and green eyes as I let them push me into the line. While I stood in line she stared at me as tears came streaming down her pale sullen

I thought I should delete some of this to make it shorter and get to the point. Read all of it and see if you can tell when I stop going down a one way road of doubt..... after I get out the hurt and start hitting that raw emotion from below. I love YOU so much Jeremy. I love myself too and for US for being fierce in my detour.. and yes you are a fierce! Also the best man I’ve ever know. I use to think God always shit on me, until I saw you. We have been the fight club except we have both been fighting the same enemy…my Addiction! While I thought you were just being…”difficult” we both knowing you could close up shop and drop in, any moment you wanted too… I know you’ve done more for me than any other person has for another. Yes, you bop me on the head with your club… so I take it and hit myself harder to feel it and confirm with both of us what we need to

Writing this Professional Project required some deep soul searching while deepening my spirituality to train the veterans of Tabernacle African Methodist Episcopal Church to become Disciples of Christ. Completing the nine training sessions will be beneficial for the congregation. A selection of a Steering Committee from the various boards within the church will assist me with the effectiveness of the Professional Project. Teaching the veterans about The Fruit of the Spirit will strengthen my spiritual walk with Christ as well. Each branch of the military has military core values and a comparison will be made with each Fruit of the Spirit during the training process. Presentations and workshops on The Fruit of the Spirit will undergird

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

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

I knew that at that moment something wrong and terrible was about to happen. All I said was, “Okay”, and I braced myself for what was about to happen. He fixed his eyes on the road again, and then looked back at me with a sorrowful look on his face that made his face look contorted, this is how I knew that I wasn’t going to like what he was going to say at all. He opened his mouth once, but nothing came out. He opened it the same way again, only this time the words came spilling out of his mouth.