Throughout my childhood I had a persistent problem with facing death. I was uncertain if I would end up in heaven or hell. Just the thought of death would frighten me immensely. Late one night right before I went to sleep, the thought of death popped into my head. I felt terrified, not knowing what to do; I cried on my bed until my mom finally heard me. I explained to my mom my fear of death and asked “Why weren’t we made in Heaven with God, so we wouldn’t need to die?” My mom explained….
Freshman year, I felt like my life was going the way I’ve always wanted it to go. I had a fresh start at a new high school and I made many new friends, had good grades and I even had a boyfriend. However, I also developed a habit of cursing, shoplifting and I even vaped a few times but it didn’t matter because I felt important and significant to my friends. Sophomore year, I started being more serious about my faith.…
Being brought up in a Christian family, I always saw myself as a daughter who needed to be as active as my parents in Church activities and a Sunday school student who had to answer the questions that no one else wanted to answer. Growing up, I felt that I had this expectation to live up to, to be spiritually mature and energetic. As I grew older, I started to question if my faith was actually mine or if I had it to satisfy others….