Personal Narrative: Grace

I see language as a huge blessing. When utilized properly, it can encourage, teach, and help others. It can also be used to express ourselves to our core. To be able to reflect what is within our hearts, though, we must dive deep into emotions and language. Paired, they allow us to understand one another so that we can communicate and help each other through life, something that is definitely not meant to be done alone—which exactly explains why God gave us all community. With life being like an ocean, I truly believe that we cannot survive without God, first of all, and also without people. Because they are so important to me, I place emphasis on understanding how to properly use the English language so that I may glorify God, showing my thanks to Him with my every sentence whether it is verbal or written or thought. This portfolio, thus, is a reflection of my identity and journey with God—all constructed with language and emotions to portray my love for communicating with Him and His people. “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable inyour sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:14After being rescued by Him, I gained sight. I no longer saw the things around me and within me with a blurry lens; I took on the clearest lens, as though my eyes became cameras, to see things with truth. With this new vision and mindset, I began to see my own mistakes as well as those around me. Because of this, I understood what needed revision and what

As I finished reading the first three chapters of Courageous Faith, I found myself to be most identified with Abraham. The beginning of new things is hard and challenging, and it takes great faith and courage for a person to make a decision that can change his whole life. This was what happened with Abram. God told him to leave behind his whole world to move to Canaan. He had to face new and unfamiliar people and environment, but he believed in God and follow His will. Throughout my life, I have met with changes throughout the years. From elementary to high school, I always go to a school far away from the previous with new environment, and all the people there already know each other and are friends. Then I study abroad in the States, this

I sat there in confusion as to what had just happened, when I was pleasantly greeted with five people who saw it all go down. I reluctantly shrugged it off, and we continued our journey, yet again.. We began to walk up a dirt trail up to the part of the park where you see all of Franklin. In my opinion, it is the most beautiful spot there, where I could spend this special afternoon with my favorite people. As we stood on the balcony, overlooking the scenery, Laura, was the next one to have an incident with the soccer ball. I looked away for one second and back again to realize that she had thrown the ball in the air, let it bounce, and continued to follow it with her eyes, and arms, as it went over the ledge. Everyone stood there, again in awe, laughing at the fact we had lost the ball, again. Payton and I traveled underneath the balcony, trying to pinpoint where the ball was, with the people above, directing us in the right way. Minutes went by of trying to maneuver our way through the rocks, and steps to get it, when all a sudden, we were all graced with the high pitched sound of Payton, who had just been greeted with the feeling of stepping on a

I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were

Speaking from my personal experiences I can definitely say the spirit world is real. Such as when i was younger I would always feel strange vibes from certain things such as anything dealing with death. Like I went to a funeral home once and got a vibe that something was watching me. As i continued to walk i felt it getting stronger and stronger as i went to view the body. I wasn’t the only one to feel this feeling as my mother did as well. Many people each and every day encounter something like this. A haunted house, grave,and even a random location like a bridge. Some locations are said to hold powerful energy that anyone feels. Feelings that there could be something lurking. Sometimes when an energy is so high in an

I pulled in front of Ashley’s job just as she was about to get off, and when she saw my face she knew something was not right. I heard her say, “if my uncle is dead I will not be in tomorrow.” I tried to hold back the tears. I knew I had to be the strong one for everyone, but for

It was the Thursday prior to that dreadful Saturday, we were at our soccer practice. It was decided that we would play the whole practice so Larissa and I were named captains of our respective teams and then selected our teams. It was a solid game with equally matched teams and although my team ended up on top, it could have gone either way. After training, we walked to our parent's cars laughing and joking and I spoke the last words I would ever say to her, “bye, love you”. As I reflected on this, it made me feel better to know that I had told Larissa that I loved her as a friend and respected her as a soccer player.

Today my heart was over joyed as I left Anaselie. She was in a much better mood this week. When I first got to her class the first thing I noticed there was a sub today, the sub asked for help with the presentation she was to show to the class today, while the girl who also meets at her book buddy was helping the sub. I walked around the classroom, looking at what the students were working on. They were labeling different things you would find in the classroom; all the students had finished labeling and were coloring. Except Anaselie, she was coloring but her labeling was not legible at all. It looked like scribbles. This hurt my heart a little bit; I just don’t understand why a parent would neglect their child’s education. This is something

I am from green oceans of grass that look like they are waving hello in the wind. I am from an ordinary town with ordinary people and extraordinary memories. I am from where wheat is the only thing you see for miles at a time. From crowded roads and Rodeo Street, where peaceful nights turn into morning rush hour and not everyday is the same. I'm from lucky red envelopes given on Lunar New Year. I am from Marian Days every year in Missouri. From dark brown eyes that almost look black. From being told "Never take things for granted." and "Work hard now so you want have to later." I'm from learning to have faith in God when all goes wrong. I am from Kansas, the state that has all four seasons in one week. And I'm from Vietnam, a place where everyone

I happened to pick up the autobiography of George Muller, and astonished at his importunity in prayer, I attempted one last time to storm the Throne of Grace. I began to pray, trembling before God’s Holy Majesty, owning my wretched existence, confessing my sinful, utter unworthiness, and there began suing for mercy, founded on the perfect work of Christ. I had nothing to lose if I would be immediately cast into hellfire, for I could bear no longer to live apart from God; to live without admission to His presence. I cried “Lord if I must die and go to hell, I will die, but I will die pleading at the Throne of Grace, I will die knocking on Heaven’s Door.” And in such a frame of heart it pleased the Lord to shed abroad His love in my poor

After the game, no one came near me, the disappointment of my teammates clear on their faces. I remember the blank expression my coach gave me. After that game, he didn’t seem like my coach at all, but a stranger who had severed any connection with me. Luckily, with a swoop my dad picked me up in his arms, saving me from the embarrassment of my loneliness and failure.

"Thanks," I said in sigh of relief. Inside, though, I was jumping for joy. It wasn’t everyday that I got to start. I knew the reason why. It wasn’t that I was playing great, even though I had been playing good up until then. It was because Shannon had missed yesterday's practice. I didn't care though. As I came back to Earth, I now realized

I’ve begun to realize that not all interruptions are distractions. The hard part is recognizing the difference between a genuine distraction and a divine interruption. Sometimes we don’t know the true value of a moment, until it becomes a memory we will never forget.

Grace has been my best friend since we were in preschool together. Although we fight like siblings, she is the most kind hearted, and the nicest person I know. No matter the adventure, she is always their for me through good and bad, like today.

The war was coming, and we all knew it. The bomb dropped on Hiroshima, or even Nagasaki, would be considered a dust mite in comparison to what the world had now. Families had begun digging up safe rooms, others buying places to live in mountains or underground. Only the wealthy were assured of safety, and we all knew that the government had plans for them. The general population didn’t get to know the plans we were just stuck, and we all knew that out days were dwindling.