While designing new entrees, master chefs add spices, like cinnamon or paprika, to add flavor or make things sweeter or tangier. In life, those spices are love, trust, peace, and other breathtaking emotions, distracting us from the main course; faith. I believe in faith supplying us with the strength to endure through dark times, and leading us to the sweet spices of life.
Faith is often defined as a belief in God or another religious being. Although I am a Christian and I believe in God, my faith isn’t placed only in Him. I believe faith is trust in God, family and friends.
During my third grade year of school when I had just turned nine years old, I had made amazing friends that stuck with me through thick and thin. Later that year, though, life made me move, and that move took a baseball bat and drove it right into the middle of my chest, leaving me unable to breath. My family had to move from Bismarck, North Dakota, to Ft. Collins, Colorado, two fairly similar communities with polar opposite school systems.
The move tore me up and threw me in the trash. Leaving my friends absolutely pummeled me, and nearly drove me insane. After I started school in Ft. Collins, I became severely depressed. I would come home and do my homework, as would any kid without friends, and then I would lie on my bed, letting my feelings flow through my eyes like Niagara Falls. I wanted to die. I was so miserable, I would think of scenarios that would kill me. On top of not having any friends, everyone was labeling me. After school I would be utterly exhausted from holding my feelings in so long, and I would cry, crying myself to sleep most nights. Plus, I was afraid. Afraid of everything around me from the total darkness of my basement at night, to seeing the school bus arrive in the morning.
My parents had known about my depression since the beginning of the move, but had decided not to take action and stop my insanity from worsening, since they thought I could work through it. Then, they discovered my suicidal thoughts. After their discovery, my parents turned me around and prepared me for my long hike towards happiness, by supplying me with a little seed of faith. After that I was less timid, and more courageous. The kids that I had started talking to became my friends, and my faith was put in them. I couldn’t have asked for anything else.
My faith in God has provided me with strength and hope, to help me survive in today’s harsh and cruel world. I have supportive friends, and they also provide me with faith when I need it, by just being there for me. I believe in the power of faith, and the sweet spices faith leads you to.
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