Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Christian Home

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Something like this should not happen. I dropped to my knees in tears realizing this is the one person who should love me unconditionally and does not. As a twelve-thirteen- year old girl the one thing you need most is your mom. This is the peak time in which life changes you forever, and this is the time mine abandoned me and left me with ten little words. These words ultimately shaped the person I am, and have helped me accomplish everything I have up to now. At the end of summer of 2012 all, I could think about was church camp. Having grown up in a very Christian home I have dreamt of going to church camp ever since I can remember. I remember all the fun stories my older sister would tell me when she came back from camp. The opportunity to grow closer to God with friends sounded like a week of unlimited fun. Having joined a new church since my parents divorce I was a bit hesitant about going but with prayer …show more content…

Nothing can prepare you for something like that. When someone knows your true heart, and where everything you do comes from they use it when you are weak to hurt you. My mother knew what she was doing when she said those ten little words. She knew exactly how it would affect me. She saw me every Sunday and Wednesday growing up in our church. Praising God right alongside her, my sister, and dad. She knows my heart and where it is. It is in everything I do. Every word I say comes from my heart. With those words, she ultimately shattered my heart. What she failed to know is the reason I was having such a wonderful, spectacular day. That night I had woken up with a horrible dream. There was a dark shadow in the corner of my room just staring at me. Looking so deeply into me as if it was taking me into a dark place. It consumed me. I woke up in a sweat and had no clue what had just happened, but I was bawling. I had had this dream before and I hated it. That night I gave my life to

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