Personal Narrative: Blindly Religion

When I was younger, my Grandma would take me to church every week, but being so young I didn’t understand the meaning behind it or the weight of the message I was receiving. In a way I was “blindly religious," I was only following the Christian faith because my grandma, someone who I loved and looked up to, was leading me down that path. The spring of my sophomore year my grandma became very ill and later that year passed away. One of the last things she said to me was “I want to go home.” I didn’t understand this at all because she was sitting in her home she had been in for most of her life. After camp, I was overwhelmed by the endless love Jesus had for me, it was also when my grandmother’s words finally made sense to me. I realized that