Personal Narrative: My Journey Of Faith

Growing up, my parents were not affiliated with any church, however, my mom wanted my two brothers and I to attend a local church and that is where my Journey of Faith began. I was eight years old when she took us to Vacation Bible School at a Baptist Church about five miles away from home. I enjoyed the activities and the crafts we would make. I painted the Ten Commandments made out of ceramic that was to hang on the wall, several years later I still cherish it. My brothers stopped going right away, however, I kept attending and would wait for the Sunday school church bus to pick me up and bring me home.

My grandfather and grandmother lived far away so I was unable to visit them often, after my grandmother passes away I would visit him, there would be times he would have the television on, and it was

While I was there, we were under a big tent worshipping. The pastor asked if anyone wanted to be saved to come up to the front. I remember not attending because I was afraid my parents would become upset with me. I was young and not fully understanding what it meant to be saved as well as if my parents wanted to be present. By the time I reached junior high, I stopped going to church and would attend once in a while with friends. Then when I started high school, I stopped attending, furthermore, I did not include Jesus or God in my life. There was nothing in my life I needed and I was never taught how to pray and ask God for things.

I was twenty-two years old when I started to learn about spiritual matters. I needed a miracle and I knew I needed the spirit of God. My dad was diagnosed with aggressive lung cancer that had already spread into his liver by the time he was diagnosed. The doctor gave him a year to a year in a half to live. I had never prayed so hard for a prayer to be answered. I knew if anyone were going to help him, it would be God since there was no cure for the aggressive kind of cancer he