Personal Narrative - The Role of God in My Personal Transformation
While growing up nearly every child feels the need to be somebody, to figure out his identity. Most children attempt to find acceptance from their peers by the way they dress, the music to which they listen, the people with whom they hang out, the parties they attend, or the other activities in which they participate. While I never really felt a strong need to please others as a child, I still struggled with being shy and lonely, and with not always fitting in. Now, having grown up in many regards, I no longer feel the need to fit in. I have discovered who I truly am.
Whether their parents are separated, divorced, or argumentative, many kids living in America today grow up in broken homes. Fortunately, I never felt such pain. Rather, I grew up in a wonderful home. My parents always looked for ways to build me up, to support me in what I did, and to make me happy. For example, when I was about six years old, my dad built me an enormous sandbox far bigger than any sandbox within miles. Additionally, my parents always took the time to ensure I completed my homework, and they helped me when I needed assistance. In sixth grade when my teacher gave us what seemed like impossible logic puzzles, my dad stayed up late and spent hours with me until we solved the problems.
More important than the material possessions with which my parents provided me, they gave me a strong Christian upbringing. For as long as I can remember, I have gone to church on a weekly basis. My parents tell me that even as a tiny infant, only having seen the world for a few weeks and months, they took me to church. Every night, even to this day (when I'm home), we read the Bible together as a family. While growing up, I knew the Christian message - that I am a sinner and deserve eternal death in hell. Jesus came to die on the cross to take my sins away and I simply needed to believe that fact and trust Him as Savior from my sins. At about the age of eight, I "accepted Christ" into my life - professed belief in Christ as my Savior.
Though I had a firm relationship with my parents and siblings, as well as with God, school wasn't particularly easy for me. During the first few weeks of Kindergarten, the first year I went to "real" school (as opposed to preschool), I wanted to stay home. When my mom dragged me to school, I cried and clung to her, adamantly proclaiming my intention not to go, thinking that in doing so she wouldn't force me to enter the classroom. As the oldest child, I had no one to look up to, no one to follow, and the thought of leaving the shelter of my house and the protection of my parents, even if only for half a day of school, frightened me.
Though I eventually adjusted to attending school and did well, academically and behaviorally, I remember always being shy in class. I was a "good" kid - obedient to my parents and teachers - but my shyness lead to trouble interacting with and...