My parents divorced when I was five, so I was raised in a single parent home by my mother. My aunt and mother both instilled in me what it means to be a strong, independent, God fearing woman. From the time I was born I attended church regularly, praise dancing and singing in the choir. Being able to touch someone while ministering the word of God is one of the greatest privliges I’ve had.
When I was a sophmore, I went through a period of time where i stopped going to church as much as i had before. After a while i found myself questioning where i stood in my faith. I would always become angry quickly and shut everyone out, soon i realized that i needed to go back to where i started. That same night i fell to my knees in prayer asking the
For the first time I discovered the Bible… I had often preached. I had seen a great deal of the Church. And talked and preached about it, but I had not yet become a Christian… I know that at that time I turned the doctrine of Jesus Christ into something of personal advantage for myself… Also I had never prayed, or prayed very little. Then the Bible, in particular the Sermon on the Mount freed me from that. Since then everything has changed. (Metaxas 2010, 123).
I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving
Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.
Born and raised in Marion, Iowa and into an evangelical church, my parents “Baby Dedicated” my life to christ. At age 5 my family moved to New Covenant Bible Church. When I was young I didn't think much of church, it was just something you did and was merely going through the motions. But when I hit middle school my parents made me go to church every Wednesday and Sunday. Key phrase, made me. At this point in my life I didn't like church, at all. As I grew older, I wanted to be at church less and less. And I dreaded going every time Sunday morning rolled around. I had the mindset that the world had more to offer me than Christ did. And so I made excuses and put up fights and soon I rarely went to church. My family went but I stayed
I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.
My mother had to decide whether she wanted to put her life on hold for her two children. She had to rationalize staying in our hometown as a single mother, or moving in with her parents to give her children a better life. She deliberated the outcome of both possibilities and assured herself that moving in with her parents would be the right choice.
I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.
My parents divorced when I was about seven years old, and my mom became the custodial parent. As my younger sister and brother, and I could adapt to always going back and forth between our parent’s. The challenging thing about having divorced parents is meeting their new significant other, which I have met multiple of them. Another thing is meeting my parent’s significant other’s children. Each person I met was nice, and if I was meeting a toddler, they were energetic. Although, each time I did meet these people, I was usually very distant and dramatic.
I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”
I never settled into that strange group home on Farris street, in the great state of Arkansas where my only relative told me she felt stuck. My mom always talked alot, she never stopped to listen, she said on that day, "I really gave you a great name, you know? Esmer. I made you so beautiful, what a beautiful name. At least the man I made you with didn't get in the way of that. You can really make something of yourself here, man what a chance! You have a chance here, you know." No. Because just like my mom, Mindy, who I remember to be tall with buldging green eyes and a mind so wondering, I wonder if she ever saw me or her surroundings as much as she saw her own yearnings; I've decided at 16 when life seems so inviting, shocking, daunting but
I didn't want to go to the dinner because Frank would be there with Gloria. Earlier I told Wes we shouldn't go to the dinner with his parents. He got mad and said what was he suppose to do, break it of with them. I just left it alone because I didn't feel like arguing. When we was close to the ranch Wes shouted to us we could go camping at they Yellowstone to see the geyers. I told him a real vacation would be to see the mountains. This vacation promise he made to us meant Wes and I wasn't fighting anymore. I was relieved. When we finally arrived I saw Franks truck covered in dirt. They were already here. I didn't like Wes parents house. It was too much for my eyes. My parents home was much better. Wes father was already outside waiting for
Daniel: When you get married you are expected to move into a house right away with your spouse and live happily ever after. That is what I expected to happen when I moved in with my new wife and our son on the way. We had been looking for a house in Atlanta, but we had not had much luck in finding a perfect home to raise our son in that was within our price range. We have been living in a one bedroom apartment, it is just not big enough for the three of us. One day I saw an ad in the paper for a home in Ansley Park historic homes and estates. The house was priced so low for the way it looked and it’s location. I told Lila about it was soon as I saw, right away we called our real estate agent to go and look at the home.
There are many subcultures that I consider myself a member of. Everything from Hip Hop culture, to regional, sports, and theater culture. However, there is one area that consists of countless members all over the world who share common phobias, beliefs, behaviors, and attitudes. That subculture is the world of parenting. When I became a parent my views on many things changed. Things like; television programming, to finances and time management. Someone speeding in my neighborhood did not have the same effect on me as it does now that I am a parent. Moreover, the mindset of a parent is one that is rarely understood by non-parents. For instance, when my son was born I felt a sense of overwhelming fear and an undying need to provide protection
Balancing my life as a single mom is always an adventure! I found that it was such a challenge to spend quality time with the kids, make enough to pay the bills, and keep my bosses pleased with my performace. So, in the spring, I had a meeting with my bosses to create a schedule that would better meet the needs of my family, and to increase the efficiency of our office. No matter what I tried; improving scripture study and prayer, more time with the kids, and working well in my new department; something was still missing. I continued to pray for God's guidance and received a job opportunity close to home in a preschool! I thought this was it! I felt so confident and peaceful; I put in my two weeks notice and pursued this new direction with
"Okay, Leo." My dad said as he pulled up to the building in his car. "This is a safe place for you to stay. Just. . . Don't do anything that would get you kicked out. Promise?"