Personal Narrative: My World Series Ring

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Sometimes, something small can hold so much power. A World Series ring represents a monumental success. My World Series Ring comes in a much more insignificant package. It comes in the form of a lanyard that sits on a shelf in my bedroom. I received this lanyard my freshman year of high school when I attended a Fellowship of Christian Athletes (FCA) camp called Girls Weekend of Champions. FCA is a club that allows high school students to spread the Gospel to each other and on their campus. Girls weekend is a weekend where girls from huddles all over the greater St. Louis area come together to take part in athletic competitions and share their love of God. I have always grown up in a Christian home, going to church every Sunday, but I never felt a personal connection with God. I arrived at camp not expecting anything significant to happen, but I was very wrong. On the second night of camp, everyone got together and participated in worship. We all gathered in the chapel …show more content…

That drive was for Christ. Before that weekend my sole focus in life was myself. Every single time I did anything I was focusing on the personal benefits. I was not actively doing anything to make myself better, only living to sustain myself in the now. After that weekend I realized that I need to do everything with one goal, to please the Lord. He created me. If I work to please the Lord, in return he will give me eternal life in heaven. When someone accepts God into their lives, God automatically takes away their sins away and makes them perfect. I learned that I need to make the invisible God visible by being a mirror image of Him. This means giving my one hundred percent effort in order to do things as Christ would do them. Christ is perfect, and I know that perfection is unattainable. Yet, I learned that I need to strive for this impossible perfection in order to take on Christ-like qualities, such as faithfulness, humility and

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