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Faith is defined as "a strong belief in a supernatural power or powers that control human destiny." There are many different ways you can define faith, such as faith in God, but it depends on what you believe. I personally believe that there is a God, the Father that sent his son down to die for us. Although I sometimes have my doubts, I do believe there is a God and that He really does exist. I believe this because for years I have been taught this in school and at church. And I honestly believe that we would not spend so much of our lives going to church and praying if there wasn't really a God. For the Son, I do believe that Jesus was the Son of God and that he did perform a lot of miracles. Do I believe he preformed all the miracles in the exact way they are stated in the Bible? No, I don't, because the stories are told a little different based on which kind of Bible you read. I believe this out of personal opinion. From what I have been taught about Jesus, it seems that he did a lot in a short period of time and that there were a lot of opportunities to kill him in which people did not take because they fully believed in him. With the Holy Spirit, I don't really have an opinion either way. I personally am kind of "iffy" on the subject, just because I haven't really studied deeply on the Holy Spirit specifically. There were some times I do believe that the Holy Spirit was true, as in the time that Gabriel appeared in Mary's dream. I don't believe that it was some sort of accident or anything like that. The reason I don't have a full reason of what I believe is because I really don't know what to believe. I personally have never seen or experienced the Holy Spirit and I feel that I can't make judgments off of that. Although I haven't ever met God or Jesus, I know sometimes when they are present and I feel as though they are listening to everything I say.
God plays a big role in my life. He has shown himself in many ways to me. For example, when I was in the third grade, my dad was put into the hospital because he got diagnosed with some sort of weird disease/cancerous thing. The doctors had no idea what it was and they were 99% sure that he was going to die. Right before this event happened, I remember being at Sunday school and learning about how to accept God into your life. I took that into consideration and being the little, no nothing at all third grader I was, I tried it. It was the most amazing thing ever. I felt like my heart had just jumped out of my skin and back (maybe it was me, but that's what I felt... or believed I felt). When I found out that my dad was most likely going to die, I lost faith in God. I didn't think He could do this to me and I didn't know why He was putting me through this. I later came to understand that He put me through this as a test of my faith. Unfortunately, I failed. But I have learned that if I have faith and let Him do what He has planned, whether I like it or not, He knows what He is doing and I can always count on him for that.
My family and I do go to church. We have been going to the same church since we moved to Atlanta almost fourteen years ago. The church we go to is John's Creek United Methodist. I was confirmed there two years ago and we attend as frequently as time will allow us to.
If there was one question I could ask God, it would have to be why me? Although I answered part of the question above, there is more to the story. Not too long after my dad was cleared from the hospital, that November to be exact (about three or so months later) my Grammy (dad's mom) fell down the stairs and was unconscious. She never woke up and not too long after passed away. It was a hard time for my family and me, but eventually we got through it. After that, it all went down hill. But before it did, my Papa got remarried to a good family friend that had lost her husband not too long before we lost my Grammy. It was the best thing for my Papa, he was in a much better mood and happy all the time. A year passed and my Papa was eventually diagnosed with multiple myeloma cancer. He stuck through it and it eventually got all out of him. Around that time, my Nana (great-grandmother, Papa's mom) took a bad fall and eventually passed away. That was the end of the Farley family curse for a while. Then just this past year my Papa got diagnosed with prostate cancer. The doctors were got it all out of him and he was fine, for a few weeks. He eventually got the flu and passed away this past November. I still think about him all the time and I miss him greatly. So, because of all the family tragedies I have gone through, I would just like to ask God why me? Why my family? I know there are plenty of other horrible things going on but for the past five years or so it has been all down hill. Hopefully it will be looking up from here, but for now my one question is why me?