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About RuthAnn

  • Birthday 02/25/1985

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  1. That's what I suspected, everything is done together. Just my 2 cents but I think it would be incredibly beneficial if you both spent some time with God alone. That may help with your concerns and will help you grow in your relationship with God (same with your husband.) It's wonderful and refreshing that you have such a strong relationship and love with your husband. You must now also build that much strength in your relationship with God. Your relationship with Him is separate from your relationship with your husband.
  2. I do believe that our walks with God are personal and thus the lack of presence of your husband should not diminish or eliminate your closeness with God. I wonder what is it that makes you feel closer to God when your husband is around? Do you read scripture together? Pray together? Serve in the same activities at church or attend the same Bible study? Do you serve the Lord in any way on your own? The focus should be on God and not on the presence of your husband. I think you are asking this question because God is tugging at your heart and is telling you you need to have a personal walk with God just the two of you. Not God, your husband, and you. Just you and God.
  3. I kinda figured. 😂 While on the subject of names, fun fact: my dad's middle name is Joseph and my mom's middle name is Mary. I always got a kick out of that. They're celebrating 40 years of marriage next month! P.s. my screen name is my first and middle names
  4. I don't know if I could give myself advice. I don't think my younger self would listen lol. I was (and still am in many ways) pretty stubborn. Or even if she did I may not have had some of the more favorable experiences that I've had. Who knows... I think all I would really do is give her a great big hug and say It's in God's hands and it's going to be ok."
  5. This seems to be quite an old thread that has popped back up (originally posted in 2017) but as a single woman who has had some of these same thoughts I wanted to add my 2 cents for those that don't understand. It can be extremely lonely sometimes (after all we were designed to be social creatures), even when you know God is working on it. Sometimes you think you've found someone only to have God tell you "no" and it can be disheartening. Humans are impatient creatures especially in this day and age of "instant gratification" so when something isn't happening as fast as we'd like or it's taken away from us it can feel like we are "cursed" even though it may be just God working in us so that we can become the person we are supposed to be. Luckily God is patient with us. God brings people into and out of our lives for a reason. We don't always know the reason ( which can be frustrating) but there always is one. Sometimes it's easier said than done to just trust the Lord and the path He has set us on but we all know, as God's children, it's what we must do. Maybe He has something bigger and better planned for us. Maybe a breakthrough is right around the corner. I have found some of my most amazing relationships came when I least expected them. I would love to find a husband someday but until then I find that on my harder and lonelier days I can turn to the Bible and/or listen to worship music and I find comfort in them.
  6. Hi, my name is Ruth and I'm a chocoholic 🍫🍫🍫🍪 Yum!!!!
  7. Sorry this is long but I felt like the details I've put are important to my story. So thank you for reading! My story isn’t exactly unique but I felt compelled to tell it so I hope it touches someone’s heart. I was born and raised in the Roman Catholic Church. My mom sang in the choir when we were kids and in later years my Dad became a lector. I was baptized, received first communion and confirmed. I went to CCD classes and was an altar server. I attended a youth group not tied to the church we were attending as a teenager. Even with all of this, however, I had a shallow understanding of God and the sacrifice He made for is. To me, the crucifixion of Jesus wasn't connected to my life. It was something that had happened long before I was born or my parents were born, my grandparents, great grandparents etc. Horrible and sad yes, but something that didn’t really affect me as a person living 2000 years after the fact. I did believe God existed but I couldn’t connect with Him. And because of this I didn’t really appreciate God and the teachings of Jesus. Church was just another thing I had to go to because my parents made me, like school. Speaking of school I wasn’t exactly popular. In fact I think I was probably the most unpopular kid in school. Everyone thought I was weird. My mother was a teacher so getting bad grades was just simply not acceptable in our house, so I studied hard, always handed in homework on time, took school seriously etc. I’m also an introvert and the other kids just didn’t understand me. so I was bullied quite a bit. I think the worst of it was between 5th and 8th grades. It died down a little in high school but the damage was done. I saw college as a way to reinvent myself. I no longer had to be the weird studious quiet kid. I could be me. I refused to apply to any of the instate schools and ended up going to a school in a different state that was a 3 ½ hour drive from home. Despite my new beginning I was still held back by my past and I didn’t want to be uncool I wanted these new classmates to like me. Church was an “uncool” thing to me at the time so even though there was a Catholic church literally right across the street from campus I opted to just sleep in on Sunday mornings. I left church and the extracurricular activities tied to it behind. I only attended mass when I went home on school breaks. I still believed in God and that Jesus died on the cross for us but I still didn’t have a true understanding of what exactly that meant. Also having been raised in the Catholic Church, I became aware of all the controversies and scandals surrounded by that denomination. I still believed in God but felt the Church had been corrupted and I could no longer follow it’s teachings. While in college I met and fell in love with a man. It sounds silly but he was my first love and first long-term boyfriend and I was absolutely smitten. No smitten isn’t a strong enough word I was head over heels madly in love with this man. I would have died for him if I had to. I would have sacrificed everything for him. And I did sacrifice things for the sake of our relationship. I actually never told him this but there was an opportunity for me to have studied abroad for a semester and I turned it down. We were going through a rough patch and I was absolutely terrified over what would happen if I was in another country for an entire semester. I regret that decision. We ended up being one of those “on-again off-again” couples throughout our 4 years at school. When graduation came we were “off-again” for good this time and I was just completely and utterly destroyed. Because I had invested so much time and energy into a doomed relationship I had pretty much no clue what I was going to do after graduation. Despite the back and forth nonsense between us I still had hope that we would work it out and end up getting an apartment together when school finished. I had chosen a major that needed a lot of time and devotion but instead of spending my time building a possible career I spent it on a relationship that ended up crumbling at my feet. I had no job, no apartment, no boyfriend. Just a broken heart that actually physically ached inside. With no future plans lined up I ended up back home with my parents. In my 20s. I think I will refer to the next several years of my life as my “lost years”. I ended up getting a low paying job (not in my field), too low to get a place of my own and the few friends I had in high school did not remain in the area and living with a stranger never seemed like a good idea to me (especially as a woman in her early 20s) so finding roommates was not an option. So I remained living with my parents. I spent any free time I had wallowing in self-pity. I only attended church at holidays, my parents recognized that I was an adult now and could make my own choices. If you had asked me at the time if I was angry at God I probably would have said “no”. And from an outside perspective I seemed ok. Sure I had some things to work on but I didn’t seem angry or bitter. Inside though was a different story. Looking back at those years I was incredibly angry with God, my parents, my ex, at the world. The school I went to was actually my second choice, I didn’t get in my first choice school. It was the only school my ex even applied to and he waited a few years after high school before attending. So I thought it was meant to be. I thought the reason I didn’t get in my first choice he only applied to one school and only after a few years of the “real world” was so that I could meet him and he could meet me I thought God had brought me my soulmate. And when that was gone I thought I was being punished or that there was cruel joke being played on me. Wasn't I a good person? I didn't kill, cheat, and mostly not lie. Why didn't God reward me? Why did He leave me with this shattered heart? I felt like God was like the kids that had bullied me all those years ago, pointing and laughing at me for my complete and utter failure at life. Those years are actually a bit of a blur to me now. I didn’t do much with myself. Went to work, came home, binge watched some DVDs and went to bed. I tried to basically force a friendship with my ex via the Internet which of course only delayed healing and ended up blowing up in my face. I did end up reconnecting with some friends after they gravitated back to the area. But I really didn’t do much to try to better my situation. I didn’t see the point in trying. I committed some serious sins in those years that I am not proud of what so ever. I was in a dark place and didn’t care what I was doing or who I hurt in the process. All I cared about was feeling something other than pain and hopelessness. I may have been angry with God and sinned without remorse (at the time) but He was still with me. He never abandoned me. Close to 6 years after college graduation I had been stuck in the same job still living with my parents and I think depression had a real hold on me. I was never diagnosed but I think I was depressed. There were mornings I had to say out loud to myself “Ruth, get up” before I found motivation to get out of bed. Something had to change. My friend had heard of a job opening and passed it along to me. It was still low paying but my current job wasn’t doing me any favors with the mental health so I went for it and got it. My new bosses were complete opposite of my old one. They were caring and willing to work around any scheduling conflicts. They were warm people that got to know me and I them. We formed a great relationship. It was a family run business and I became part of the family. Unfortunately, as I said, it was still low paying and after another 2 years I realized I couldn’t live life like this anymore. My mental health was improving but there was a lot more work to be done. I realized I hadn’t done a thing in years to further a career in the field I had gotten a degree in. I decided that maybe it was time to explore other options. I took several career tests online and got many lists of possible careers that would fit me but there was one that jumped out at me. I didn’t realize it at the time but God was leading the way. I ended up enrolling in a post baccalaureate certificate program. Instead of focusing on a boy I really focused on my studies and building myself up. I graduated and 6 months later found a pretty decent paying job with an awesome boss. 5 months later I moved out of my parents house. Things were finally looking up! My relationship with God was non-existent at this point but he was still by my side working in ways that I hadn't even begun to realize. There was another guy from college that had had some feelings for me. I had only thought of him as a friend. We had kept in touch through social media so every so often we would chat and catch up with each other. One not so very special day I was thinking about him a lot and realized I had feelings for this guy. He was actually supposed to come visit me in the next few months to see my new place. But it never happened. He backed out at the last minute and any future attempts I made at trying to find another time for a visit he avoided the conversation. It never went anywhere with him and I found some of the old feelings of loneliness and pain creeping back up. I tried my best to keep them at bay but there were some tough nights. Reflecting on this I realized it wasn’t so much about the guy but about the rejection. Just a few years later I had reconnected with an old high school classmate, a guy. It was weird the way we connected. We were Facebook friends and I was babysitting my niece. I had taken a cute picture of her and wanted to share it on my timeline. Now I know how to use Facebook. I was in college when it was created. I joined when you still needed a .edu email address in order to open an account! But somehow what was supposed to be a timeline post ended up being a private message to this old high school friend. We got to talking and catching up. A couple of days later he asked if we could meet up and I said yes. It ended up being a date! And it went very well. We continued seeing each other. In the coming months I started to fall for him. Unfortunately, due to certain circumstances on his end we had to split up after 4 months. We liked each other a lot, even said 'I love you' a few times but it wasn’t going to work. I was heartbroken once again. To my surprise it hit me harder than I thought. At this point I had stopped going to church even on holidays. This guy from high school is a Christian and had asked me to come with him to church. Wanting to impress him, I did. It wasn’t A Catholic Church but a more modern/casual one and it was unlike anything I experienced. I liked it and attended with him when I could. After we split I obviously couldn’t keep going to his Church. Just before we split I had a moment of clarity about my own life. God was speaking to me. I had been reflecting on my past when it dawned on me the pain inflicted upon Jesus, those horrible acts were done for my sins. It wasn’t just done by those long long ago the pain Jesus endured was because of me. My brokenness. My sins inflicted horrific pain on another human being. It was then that I broke down crying begging for forgiveness of my sins. It was then that I really started to understand. At Christmas I ended up going to midnight mass with my parents in the Church I grew up in and I realized something. This isn’t where I belong. I also realized another thing. I wanted to go back to church. I was ready to welcome God back into my life…but I still had some reservations. I wasn’t quite there yet. I searched for church’s in my area that may have be similar to the one I attended with my old friend. I found one and started listening to some of their old sermons they had in their website. The more I listened the more I liked it. I was listening to a sermon everyday. I was still hesitant to actually go though. Life got busy and I stopped listening to the sermons for awhile. Then one not so special (or maybe very special) Sunday I decided to just go. Wow! I felt like I was home! I have been going every Sunday since and am starting a membership class next week! I have prayed more in the last 2 months than I have in a very very long time. Most people can’t wait for the weekend to start. I can’t wait for Sunday mornings. The messages being preached are really speaking to my soul. Now I’m still struggling with feelings of loneliness and there are still some sins that have a hold on me but I’m working on it. My story isn’t over yet. He’s still working inside me and always will be. Reflecting on all of this has made me realize that even when my back had turned on Him He was still there for me. He blessed me with a family that took me in when I needed them. He showed me the way to a career that would advance my life. He was the one that built me back up when I was so broken I couldn’t even see straight. He has brought quality romantic love into my life twice now. I have to trust Him. I do trust Him. I owe everything to Him and I’m amazed that He chose me. He chose me.
  8. I have two separate prayer requests First is my mom. I am terrible with medical explanations so please forgive me if I am a bit vague/don't make sense. My mother has metastatic breast cancer and has had it for several years. With treatment she has been able to live a relatively normal life. Recently she had scans done (I think MRI) and the doctors were concerned about a few spots. She had tests done a few weeks ago and polyps were found in her colon. Biopsies were done and so far everything has come back benign but they are being cautious as we have family history of cancer (both her parents passed of cancer) and they would like to do more tests which, I believe, will be in a few weeks. They are also doing treatment for the polyps, I believe. Please pray for her that the next round of tests go well and that she may continue to stay with us for several more years. The second request is for my nephew. He is on the autism spectrum and recently came into adulthood (physically and lawfully but not mentally). He's finding the transition to be a difficult one and I worry about his future. My sister is looking into several different resources for him as an adult with autism and we may be able to utilize some options but they require a big change for my family and for him. Please pray that we, as a family, are able to make the right decisions so that he may be able to live a full life. Thanks!
  9. RuthAnn


    Thank you for the warm welcome! My edit button showed up later so I was able to set that up and now I can post freely! Woohoo!
  10. RuthAnn


    Thanks! I followed Willa's instruction but, unfortunately, I still am unable to see it. I'm hoping that once I've made a few posts and am approved for full usage of the forum I'll be able to do it then. Thanks for the help though!
  11. Hi! My story is similar. I grew up in a Catholic family. Fell away from God when I was 18 and away from home for the first time. Went through a bad period in my life and have slowly started coming back to Him starting in my early 30's. I'm now recommitting my life to Him and am ready to grow spiritually in Him. Thank the Lord that He welcomes us home with open arms!
  12. RuthAnn


    Hello all! Newbie here and looking forward to discussing and growing in my faith with everyone. I have a question. Usually I'm good with this kind of thing but for some reason can't figure it out here. I would like to set up my profile (add a picture, write in an 'about me' etc.) but can't seem to find the edit profile button? Is this something I can do after I've made a couple of posts? I watched the short tutorial video but the "edit profile" button in the video seems to be missing from my own profile. Thanks for the help!
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