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In a really chill room with couches as green as Shrek. With the scent like home as any other place. The couch feels soft and lumpy. It sounds like laughter and making jokes every minute. It never stays quiet.
218) I happen to agree with her statement, if one believes then it is never too late to grow closer to their GOD. As one gets latter in their lives, they have time to think about the past and how their life was lived. Some people use this time to relax, other take time out of everyday life and give back to their fellow man. Time keeps moving at the same rate as we slow down due to our age catching up to us. This does not mean that this last period of life is an inactive time, a meaningless time.
Having been born in a Christian family, everyone I knew expected great constraint, humility, and obedience from me—having been taught about obedience since infancy. Sadly, I’ve had my shares of temptations and downfalls, most of which I am remorseful to admit. It all started when I turned thirteen. By then, I was a seventh-grader at Living Stones International School.
Full Circle It was my senior year of high school and everything was going as planned. I had already been accepted into various colleges to study Math Education. This was the only career I had ever considered. Until now.
When I was seven, my parents divorced. My mom had an affair with my dad’s best friend and became pregnant. Not long after the divorce, my mom and step-dad married, and to redeem themselves, they immersed the family in a life that revolved around a new-found church that overflowed with rules. We attended church every time the doors were open, we enrolled in a Christian school, and we studied the Bible at home. We also gave up “worldly” activities such as listening to
Brian Simmons in Wandering in the Wilderness offers in-depth perspectives on the often overlooked difficulties faced by emerging adults, otherwise referred to as The Twenties, as it pertains to their Christian journey. Aspects covered in this text includes interpersonal relationships, both familial and romantic, as well as the dubious intrapersonal expedition of faith. Simmons presents compelling empirical insight regarding the church’s role in assisting emerging adults during their wilderness season. Rather than allowing emerging adults to suffocate beneath the pressures that surround the period of emerging adulthood, Simmons asserts that those who have trekked through the wilderness should lend their experience to The Twenties to alleviate
File 4: "The Path Less Traveled"--- • How has all of your experiences and lessons in Costa Rica informed how you are as a leader who is unlike any other leader? My experiences here in Costa Rica have significantly shaped who I perceive myself to be as a leader. What I see in myself is that I am constantly looking out for those who oftentimes may receive the least attention. After many of the adventures and experiences that I encountered, there was one that will continue to stay in my heart for the remainder of my life. While staying with my host family, I would always try to talk to Mario, the son of my host parents who never got much attention.
After a few weeks of trying to suppress this feeling of emptiness I had gained from not going to church, I decided that it was unavoidable; I still wanted to be a part of the church, despite the fact that my family did not. The thought of being different from the rest of my family scared me, but eventually, I gathered enough courage to ask my parents to take me to church again. At first, they snickered like hyenas and teased me, but once they saw the stern look on my face, their howling ceased and they agreed. Choosing to continue going to church despite being the only one in my family has marked my transition from childhood to adulthood.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
What defines me the most? Is it my race, ethnicity, ideology, religion or my intellectual heritage? My ethnicity and race speak to where I come from, alongside the cultures of my parents and my ancestors. However, they say a little about the person I am, without defining me intellectually. In essence, my religion gives voice to my identity and a true sense of my personality.
Let me set the scene, it’s a balmy night in Copenhagen, the empty streets are filled with the sound of our feet hitting the pavement, reverberating off the buildings, rippling through the air like a pebble dropped into a deep pond. The time is 9 p.m., to be exact, and Kathryn and I are in search of something to pique our interest. Kathryn and I have been acquaintances since the age of 8 when we met performing in musical theatre. She was kind, outgoing, and wore a yellow raincoat to practice everyday, even though it never actually rained. I was quiet, timid, and my clothing consisted of a variety of sweat pants and dance clothes.
My whole life I have felt out of place; I did not fit in with the “crowd”. Most times, I was the lonely girl that sat by herself in the cafeteria, the last one picked in gym class for sports and the one to be by herself when working with others in class. I was born in Colombia; I lived there for 9 years. My dad lived in New York, and wanted my mother and I to move there with him, because of the better opportunities for me. When we finally moved, I started 6th grade and I was only 9 years old because I skipped a grade.
I awakened in a cold sweat, breathing hard while clutching the blankets with white knuckles. I quickly glanced from left to right, my heart only beginning to slack after I realized I was awake. Carefully stepping out of bed, still reeling from the frightening movie my brain played while I slept, I looked toward the door and froze. Something seemed off about the room, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Pulling a blanket around my body, I attempted to block out the cold air and end my shivering.
(83 words) I grew up in a Christian home, so my worldview has always been from a Christian viewpoint. I accepted Christ at age five, so I have always grown up in church and have known the right answers, but it was not until sophomore year when I truly developed my worldview for myself. Sophomore year of high school is when I realized that I needed to stop going through the motions and truly live out the Christian life. It was then when I began making intentional decisions to stand up for what I believe in. For me, my worldview is looking through the Christian
After a long and stressful day of school I’m finally rewarded with a bus ride. A long one in fact. One hour of napping is the reward I had been waiting for. But even though it’s a good time for a nap, people are unfortunately loud. However, that doesn't stop me from having a good hour rest, it’s been a long day anyway.