| Nicole's Story |
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| This is not something I can tell in just a few paragraphs. God affects me every day. In the most important, and in the most miniscule things. God affects everything I do, whether I'm aware of it or not. When I get up in the morning, and I go upstairs to take my shower, God even has his hand on such a simple thing. God made me who I am. I don't know how, or why, or for what reason, but He did. And I serve a purpose, no matter how big or small that purpose is. God made my parents. With his divine help, they found eachother. God made my grandparents and great-grandparents all the way back, each serving their own special purpose. That is how powerful and great God is. When you really stop and think about it, it's amazing how much control God has. When I was little, I don't really remember what my thoughts were on God. The earliest memory I have of myself in church was going up for communion with my father and trying to grab a host. I don't know when God started to mean so much to me. I never really realized how great He was until camp. Celebrate Me. Celebrate Me is something all the 6th graders to be 7th graders are expected to go to. It was great. Towards the end of the year 6th grade, I was really lost as to who my friends were. Jamie, my really close friend and confidant, and I hated eachother. (Well, not hated, but really disliked.) The closest friends I had were Kristy and Alesha. Kristy's parents had recently divorced, and during the time before the divorce, Kristy started to change. |