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Search for self



As a little girl, my grandma always took me to church. Actually, I was close to a week old when I first went to church. My family is a strong, Christian family. I was raised to believe in God. I have always known God is real and as my Pastor, Carl Kuhl, says I accepted God as my savior but not as my lord. That means that I believe God has come to save us all and he is the one and only God but I haven’t put my whole heart to him, that I don’t have complete trust, per say, in God. I wasn’t very close to God before now. We stopped going to church except on rare occasions and holidays.

Just two months ago we got involved a new church, one that was starting for the ground up, built on faith and Christian beliefs. Even when we first started I was not all that “in touch” with God. I didn’t pray for my self when I was suppose to, I didn’t do anything for communion but eat the cracker and drink the juice. Now things are Different I take pride in my choice to worship God.

One day during communion I realized that I wasn’t actually being a Christian. I was being a cultural Christian, someone who doesn’t necessarily do everything they need to do as a Christian but just things they want to do. When that happened I started to pray to my God, to my Lord. I asked him for my forgiveness and for him to accept me for me, I asked him to help me and my mom thought the hard time were going through, I asked him to keep us together no matter what, to help us both be better Christians, I asked him to bring me closer to him in everything I do, I realized who I was, who I needed to be, who I wanted to be.







Loss of Innocence



When I was six years old my “grandfather” died. He was our roommate at the time’s dad. We were very close to his mom and dad, Marilynn and Marvin. They were another set of grandparents to me, I loved them as they were my grandmother and grandfather, and I still love mama Marilynn. In the summers and sometimes during school breaks I would go and spend a week or two with them, we did normal six year old grandkid and grandparent things. We colored, played with legos, watched movies sometimes, and I got to go to the store with mama sometimes. Papa would take out to the fields and would shoot at barrels and trees whit me there watching him do his “thing“. They had a fairly decent sized farm with cows and a barn next to their house. I got to go with them when the switched the cows to a different pasture and mama woke me up early to see the mooring glories bloom in her garden each day. After we did the morning chores mama made me and papa breakfast, eggs, bacon and toast for him and mamas special “brown suga” oatmeal for me.

I played out side a lot there, but I also spent most of the time I could with papa, when he got home from work till dinner was time spent with him. A special treat was riding in the tractor with him. It was the one thing I looked forward to when I went down, he only did it once a week, normally. He would come out of his room and say it’s tractor time. I would get so excited; I loved riding in the tractor.

As I got older an older I saw them less and less. It got to a point to where I didn’t think about it anymore. I didn’t know this until a lot later but he had cancer. He had leukemia, that’s why he died.

One day I remember getting home form the bus and mom was sitting on the couch, I could tell something was wrong. She told me Papa died today. All I could think was ‘not papa, not my papa…” it just kept repeating and repeating in my head. All I could do, all my body would let me do was cry, me mom held me in her lap and told me every thing was okay…it was okay. During the funeral, I couldn’t cry, I don’t know why. I didn’t say anything the entire time; I didn’t say anything for quite a time after either. I lost some of my innocence then, I realized the people around you can die, even if you don’t know why or how, they will.



Can someone edit these for me plz and thank you!!! %26lt;3?
-'Papa would take out to the fields and would shoot at barrels and trees whit me there watching him do his “thing“.' Should be: 'Papa would take me out to the fields and would shoot at barrels and trees with me there watching him do his “thing“.'



-'it just kept repeating and repeating in my head.' The i in it should be capitalized.



-'...that I don’t have complete trust, per say, in God.' It should be per ce not per say.



-'me mom held me in her lap and told me every thing was okay…it was okay.' Should be my mom.



-'He had leukemia, that’s why he died.' Should have an and after the comma and before that's.



I'm pretty sure that's all. It was very entertaining, and I am terribly sorry about your Papa.
When you say ''per say'' in the first paragraph, it's actually spelled: per se.Can someone edit these for me plz and thank you!!! %26lt;3?
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