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Personal Narrative: Every Warrior Has A Wound

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Every Warrior Has a Wound Never thought it would happen. One day, I received a phone call from my mother on the way to a volleyball camp. Little did I know that that phone call would change my life forever. My mother had told me that my house had started on fire. Thinking of the future, I honestly did not believe this would happen to me and my family. Concerned and absolutely shocked, I wanted to know every bit of information that I could about how it happened. She had just explained that there was nothing I could do at the moment and to forget about it while I was at camp and we would talk about it when I got home. After what seemed to be eternity, I had finally arrived home from camp. I wanted to see the damage as soon as I could. I mentally prepared myself for what I thought I might see. With every step I took …show more content…

The most important lesson that I have attained is that home is where your family is. After worrying so much about all of our material goods, we finally realized that it's not about the beds or dressers that make a home, it's about the people that surround you that make it home. The people that make you comfortable or bring out the best in you is where you call home. Over the past year, I had to call many different places 'home', but I have realized that those places were not my home at all if my family wasn't by my side. I believe God is always trying to teach us new lessons. Even though they may be taught with some harsh or tragic events, He is doing it to make us stronger and to appreciate every little thing that we have been blessed with. "One reason why the Lord allows bad things to happen to His people is so they can receive compassion for others, by which the power of healing operates... Every wound and other bad things that happens to us can be turned into the authority to do good... Every wound that a warrior receives will result in others being saved, healed, or restored." -Rick

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