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  1. Praying for Protection Shalom Sisters and brothers! One of our sisters has been victim of witchcraft, and was almost killed. She just got released from the Hospital where God and his angels visited her. She met God for the first time and this event led her to an encounter with God. Many friends and family members have participated in demonic rituals to destroy her life and her sisters life. They both have been hospitalized and discharged. They are now recovering in a safe place. Please pray for spiritual deliverance, spiritual protection, enhanced and continued relationship with God, discernment, obedience,faith and wisdom For the 2 sisters. Thank you, be blessed
  2. Hey Saints! I just had to share this testimony with you. One day my mother and I went to Southern Classic,which is a great chicken place. I was looking at the trees,and one particular leaf stuck out to me. This leaf was the smallest of it's branch. I simply asked the Lord, "What are you saying?" He replied, "Sometimes, the smallest have the greatest strength." This encouraged me so much. Loves, many times we may feel small, weak, and tired, but like Yeshua said, "sometimes the smallest have the greatest strength." Think of David. David killed a giant. The giant was WAY taller than David. Not only did he kill the giant, he killed him with a slingshot and a rock. So whenever you feel small, weak, or tired, remember that the smallest have the greatest strength. Prayer Abba, thank you for this word on today. I pray that this touched the hearts of your people. Thank you that we have strength in you. I pray that you teach us to continue to be strong. This world is filled with hate, and there will be people who will only make us FEEL small. But we know, that we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. And we know that just because we FEEL small, doesn't mean we ARE small. Lord, I speak victory over your people. Father I decree and declare that their needs will be met, and that we will triumph over the enemy. Thank you in Yeshua's MIGHTY name. Amen -East
  3. Growing up. I always believed that God was real. I couldn’t explain why, but it just made sense to me that God existed, and I knew that I believed in Him, not just because adults had told me about God. I thought of God as an authority figure, like my parents, except that God was bigger, a lot more powerful, and He could see whatever I did. I had to go to Sunday school every week. I didn’t mind this, because I liked Bible stories. I thought that church was boring. To me, being a Christian was all about rules. I did my best to be a good person, and do all the right things. I used to get bullied a lot, so I didn’t see why I had to be nice to anyone who wasn’t going to treat me the same way. At school, one of my favourite things to do was writing. By the time I was twelve, I decided that I wanted to become a journalist when I grew up. I became very interested in news and current affairs. I would sit and watch the news every night. I saw lots of stories about bad things that people did to each other. I was a very curious kid, and I liked finding out answers to questions that I wondered about. I began to wonder why bad things happened in the world. It seemed to me that a lot of bad things happened because some people were trying to run things their own way, and people got hurt. I started going to church because I wanted to. When I began to listen to what was being said about Jesus, I realised that I’d been wrong about what being a Christian was. God didn’t expect me to be perfect, but I had been trying to live my life my way, and it was getting me nowhere. Just before I turned fifteen, I made a commitment to stop living life by my own rules. About four weeks after my fifteenth birthday, I went to bed one night with what I thought was a severe headache, and muscle cramps down the left side of my body. The next thing that I remember was waking up in hospital. I had bandages around my head, and I couldn’t move the left side of my body. Then , one of the doctors told me that I’d suffered a massive stroke, and that I could have died. When I could move again, I had to learn how to walk, and how to take care of myself all over again. In the rehabilitation hospital, there were other teenagers who had had strokes, but I remember feeling like a freak, because I thought that I was too young to have something like this happen to me. When I found out what had happened, I felt so scared, and angry. I would cry at night, and ask God, “Why me?” That was nearly thirty years ago, and I have made a good recovery since then. What happened to me when I was fifteen is going to affect me for the rest of my life. I’ve always wanted to know the answers to every question I have asked, but I accept that I will never know why I had to go through what I did. I do know that God loves me, because, even though I didn’t know it at the time, He has carried me through those times when life has seemed so unfair, and I felt like no one else understood me. I just want to leave you with this question. Who will you turn to when things go wrong for you?
  4. MY STORY (1974... Many Years Ago) I came from a violent home, (drugs, alcohol, gun shots, being chased with knives, people thrown thru picture pane windows), in fact I was born three months early because my father kicked my mother in the stomach, and I weighed two pounds nine ounces. As early as 7yrs old I was out on the streets till 3-4am, I was put in three orphanages... once my father snuck into our house, he put a loaded pistol in my hand and told me too shoot my sisters and my mother, it was crazy. Thru all of this, (which I wouldn't change), I came out a fairly normal kid, I was involved in sports and didn't do drugs, or drink. I thought I was a survivor, wanting only too make it thru another day. At age 16 (in 1974) I started too sense a need in my life, an emptiness that I couldn't explain. I knew I had too find God/Jesus, but who was HE? I had no idea where too find HIM, so I went to the local library to find books concerning world religions, God, and the occult. At the library I met an ex hippie (Gary Osborn) he saw my books and decided too share the message with me. Gary invited me to pray in the back of his V.W. so I did, I remember saying "God forgive me for my sins, and whatever you have for me I want it all". Well at first nothing happened I expected, lightening or something. Gary said, "Just go home and praise God" I said, "What's that, mean" Gary said, "Just thank him" So I did just that. The remaining is sacred to me, before I asked Jesus into my heart, I never heard voices, I never drank, and I never did drugs, but one week after meeting Jesus while in the middle of my last class (during high school) A voice, just as clear, as someone standing next too you, spoke, and as the voice spoke it said to me, "rod tell them about Jesus" I was surprised, but unafraid. I put my hand over my mouth, since I didn't want anyone too think I was talking too myself, I said (to whoever spoke too me) "I don't know what to say" the voice said "don't be afraid, I'll give you the words to say" To this day I don't remember my words, but I spoke too those kids about Jesus and salvation, their mouths just dropped open and then, class was over, I walked out of that room, feeling like I had never felt before. The next day was Saturday; I slept in the living room on an old couch. When I woke it was early and I decided too turn on the TV, to watch my favorite cartoon, the roadrunner. As I sat there watching the TV, I got up and looked outside, everything was so beautiful, (I never appreciated nature, I just wanted too make it thru another day). BUT now it was so pretty, I sat back down on the couch, and as I did I was somewhere else. I was sitting at a long rough hewn table, to my right was Jesus, straight ahead was the father, I couldn't see him, to my left was Satan, him I could see (he looked like a man only very big) then in front of each of us, but not Satan three bowls appear, filled with what looked like porridge. Now the father spoke and said Satan dismiss yourself, Satan stood and screamed, then vanished. Three bites were taken out of the bowl. Then all at once I was watching myself from a distance, walking with Jesus up a grassy pathway. Jesus was speaking to me but from a distance I couldn't hear him, I could see myself shaking my head (like I understand) then thru my eyes I saw the house where I had been sleeping. I didn't know what had happened; I'd never experienced anything like that, but I knew two things, I had too find a pastor to talk too, and I KNEW GOD loved me and wanted something from me...my total surrender, my life totally under his control, every second, moment by moment, and I was consumed with this one desire, to live too PLEASE HIM. Let me give you an example: When a friend from school would come over and say, "Hey rod." "Let's go to a show" I'd say, "hold on." Then Id go in the bathroom and pray, "Lord should I go?" Sometimes the Lord would say "go", sometimes "no" At times He was silent, when this happened I would look inside, to my heart, (Spirit), (see Colossians 3:15) if I had peace I would go, If not, Id stay home. As I practiced this new desire, (surrender), I noticed the voice of the Lord became more frequent and clearer, (John 10:27). It always had to agree with scripture. The word of the Lord will always agree with the true meaning and / or the true interpretation of scripture). I needed to get a bible, I went to a bookstore and I got the largest family bible Id ever seen, with pictures and everything. I was so happy. That night the voice of the lord said, "Read Matthew 5." I had to look in the contents; I didn't know where Matthew was. When I found it and started too read, the words became a ("Word of the Lord to me") they just jumped off the page, they seemed to come alive, and they filled me, with hope, love and peace. Now I knew God loved me, and my sins were gone, I was forgiven... As time passed I grew, sometimes Id walk into a busy office or building (like a D.O.L) and the Lord would say go sit by that guy, I would strike up a conversation, then say "you don't know me but I'm a Christian and God is going too share with me about your life" I don't mean simple things like "you have the flu" or "Headaches", but deep, personal things that others couldn't know or even guess. People would usually start to cry and ask "how did you know?" I'd say "I didn't but God knew". One of the best lessons from the Lord concerning trusting Him happened like this; I was traveling from Philly to Atlantic city, I got on the road, and started to hitch a ride, (it wasn't illegal at that time) within one hour and twenty minuets I was in Atlantic city (which was a one hour drive!) I got 4 different rides, as I stepped into each vehicle I boldly proclaimed "Hi I'm a child of the King, and God's going to bless you for picking me up!" God gave me very personal details about each of those people and all but one came to Christ. When I got to Atlantic City, God said "Rod, when you get to the prayer meeting tonight I want you to give all your money, to Johnnie Diaz". I said "Lord that's all I've got?" (About 300.00) God replied; "you take care of your brothers and sisters in the Lord and I'll take care of you." So upon arriving in Atlantic City, I secretly gave all my money to Johnnie, (this was to cover something for Johnnie that was very personal, so I know he didn't share this with anyone). That night I asked myself "how am I going to get back to work, tomorrow? I didn't have a penny, not even enough for bus fare, and in my spirit I knew I wasn't to hitch hike, but instead the Lord wanted me on the bus. After sleeping that night and leaving the brothers house the next day, (where the meeting had been held). I started walking to the bus station. As I got closer and closer, I was imagining, "is the drivers going to just "know" he's suppose to let me ride for free?" But as I approached the depot, a brother named "Chicky" came out of his house and said "rod I think the Lord wants me to give this to you." It was exactly what I needed for bus fare! This has been a short summary of my life.
  5. Hi there! I am going to start off by giving a bit of a backstory, and please hear me out by reading all of this because I am in dire need right now. I grew up in a lovely home with Baptist parents who attended church every Sunday. However, I hit very traumatic times at about 7 years old, and now I am 16, going on 17, and my life is healing from the trauma of divorced parents, dealing with calling defax on my own mother for emotional, verbal, and sometimes physical abuse, hating my father for years due to my mother calling him unworthy every chance she got- only to find that my father did everything he could to make me realize he meant no harm, and all the mental issues which came with these life experiences. Shortly after turning 12, four years into my nearly 10-year real-life conflict, I found myself falling far from God. Although I had become fully saved according to the Baptist faith and believed with all my heart that God was my savior and my all at age 10, I fell far from Him only two years later. Two years later, at 12, and hardly 12 at that, I text my friend late one summer night. "I don't know that I believe in God anymore," I sent her, crying my eyes out because all I needed right then was someone to pull me back to God and say that I needed to hold on. I desperately needed someone to grab my ears and pull me up saying, "Hello!! Jesus is alive! He is alive! And He loves you more than you'll ever comprehend!" But, the reality was far from this. My friend responds less than a minute later. "I am an Atheist." My heart dropped at the message. But... strangely enough, it later was found with relief. I felt ACCEPTANCE for falling from Him! It sounds crazy because it is. I researched for a long time, mainly in the wrong places, and I found myself to identify as an Atheist. This lasted for years, all the way until a month or so ago to be frank. I am going to be 17 in July and going into the 12th grade next year, and I believe this all happened in the summer of going into 6th or 7th grade, which would have put me at 11 or 12. So for 5, possibly 6, years I have been very lost and falling blind of God. I fell into believing I was transgender, from female to male, to believing I was gay and dating a girl almost a full year. Many, many tragic things followed this initial start of trauma when my parents got a divorce at 7 years old. Now, having all that said... I still feel a strong incomplete pit in my life, this being my relationship with God. I still question my sexuality today. I believe that being abused for all those years led me to believe I was homosexual because beforehand, I never EVER questioned my sexuality. I was your typical "boy-crazy" little girl who would go to their mom after school and say, "Guess what mommy! [Enter name here] talked to me today! I was so nervous!" I can tell you confidently now that I know I am a beautiful, straight female who deserves just as much as everyone else. In my heart, I feel that. However, I hesitate to answer so confidently in person because it takes denying my past conflictions to find my true self deep within me that, yes, I am that person. For a long time I denied this person that I was because of the many times my mother would tell me that I wasn't her daughter, I wasn't what she wanted, and I was a mistake through and through. I believe truly, within my heart, that abuse can cause lifetime problems such as this. Abuse, especially that in childhood, does not just affect your personality, your social life, and your way of coping with life situations. Abuse affects your lifestyle, your beliefs, and all the critical things of yourself. I am stuck. My ex-best friend and I started talking recently. We grew up together and shortly after I went from a true Christian to Atheist, we fell apart from one another. In the past month, we found each other via social media and I have come to find, not to my surprise, that she is still very faithful and connected to God. Even when we were little and very close, I was inspired by her connection with God and trust in Him, despite our different beliefs. She was raised Apostolic Pentecostal. I was raised Baptist. However, now that we have reconnected, I have caught her up with everything that happened to me in the past years that we haven't talked. She amazes me still at her immaculate trust in God. She is now involved in leading many youth groups to teach the Bible to younger kids, as well as attending her own youth group herself. This makes me intrigued in her beliefs since I am currently not under any official belief besides that in which God does indeed exist. My mother is not much in the picture anymore, so I have free reign to explore all sorts of Christianity that I please without fear of being bashed or shunned for doing anything other than Baptism. I have been looking into Apostolic Pentecostal all day, trying to actually understand what the belief is all about compared to Baptism, since that is what I know best, and it makes so much more sense to me compared to what I grew up with. Is there anybody who is an Apostolic Pentecostal that could please help guide me and help me in understanding the beliefs? I am very intrigued by this way of praise and church-going. So please, if you read all of this, which I hope you did because it contributes so much to my reasoning behind this, and you are an Apostolic Pentecostal, please give me information on your beliefs and ways of praising and keeping faith. I am finding God again, and I do not plan on losing Him this time. Not again.
  6. Recently. I was reminded of a diary I once kept and had started writing almost thirty years ago... It stirred my heart and caused me to remember things long forgotten. And, in a round about way, brought me to this forum. But more on that later, perhaps. I felt a desire to write down some of my experiences as a reminder, to myself, of all the great things the Lord has done in my life. I invite you to join me on this journey of rediscovery, although I cannot promise it will be interesting, exciting or mind blowing in any way. I do hope it offers some encouragement to those who take the time to read it My Story. The first decade. I was born in a hot, dusty outback mining town, in 1960's Australia. My dad, a young Dutch immigrant, had pursued my mother to this town after first meeting her at church in another small town, in a different state, where she had being living with extended family. He lived in a small caravan behind the local Salvation Army Citadel. My father was outgoing, energetic, hard working and a "born preacher". He once told me, as a child he would go into the back yard and 'preach' to the birds and animals. His father was a hard working laborer, a committed Christian and also loved to preach or just talk about Jesus when given the opportunity. My grandmother was a beautiful Christian woman with seven children and the biggest heart you can imagine. My mother was young. Just sixteen when she met dad. Life had not been easy. Her mother was a "rough as guts" outback shearer's cook and her father was an alcoholic. Mum and her sister often spent their afternoons and evenings outside the local pub, waiting for their parents to stop drinking and take them home. My mother had been shipped off to live with her Christian aunt and uncle after completing school at age 14. Not long after my parents were married, they were greeted with a new addition to their small family, but it wasn't any easy start. I had serious health issues and my parents were told more than once: "If you are religious, you may want to call someone". Three times they were told this. Three times I survived. As a result, my mother often told me: "God has a plan for you life". Shortly after my birth, my parents were advised by doctors to move to a "seaside" climate as this might be beneficial to my health. So we moved to a fishing community on the south coast, and kept moving every year or two for the next twenty five years. My younger brother arrived within two years. Like my dad, he was outgoing, adventurous and actually enjoyed the constant moving around. Me, not so much, although my health did improve. My parents were committed Christians and soon answered "the call" to Christian ministry. So, I started attending Bible College (for the first time) at the age of three. Got to get 'em while their young. Two years later, we moved to our first 'appointment', a year after that to the next one, and so on. Obviously, I was young and don't actually remember a lot of the details from those early years. I do remember one very significant event. My grandmother passed away quite suddenly when I was eight and my father was completely devastated. We were living in Tasmania at the time while my grandparents and uncles/aunties were all still living on the "North Island" as it was jokingly called in Tassy. I was too young to fully understand and could not attend the funeral for logistical reasons but it did leave a mark. These events had other lasting ramifications. Many of our extended family members, including my heartbroken grandfather, returned to The Netherlands soon afterwards. ... to be continued.
  7. A small part of my life story, but the most important by far! ❤️ Well, it started with the conviction I felt on Easter Sunday back in 2012. I realized I was a sinner and needed Jesus desperately. I had been praying to God for awhile, and he had sent me people across my path to give me words of encouragement. The one I heard quite a bit when I was going through this process (and the times after that) was that God loved me. I just knew I had to be saved, but the timing didn't match up. IT took a long time for me to get baptized (I got baptized in November that same year). Some of it was also because I didn't feel I was quite ready to do it. Which is weird~! Because you should never put something so important off! None-the-less, I was baptized, got saved, and repented. I was a brand new babe in Christ. I was doing well, but I was still struggling with some issues in regards to sinning. This had a lot to do with my past, and how I was "groomed" for a certain lifestyle. I will NOT go into details but let's just say it was bad. Despite becoming a new creation in Christ.. That old lifestyle still left an almost indelible mark on me. It reflected in the way I carried myself, thought about myself, and even talked. This led to many more problems down the road, and many new traumas to process. But at the time I was saved I was attending school, college to be exact. I had decided to stop going to school because I could no longer afford to go and did not want to take out anymore student loans. I knew this is what God wanted. He didn't want me so deeply in debt I couldn't do anything. At that same time, I was living with my mother. She was not doing well health wise and needed to move into a senior living facility. I could not go with her. I had no job, and was about to be homeless. At the time, I was praying to God about what to do. However, my struggles with sin kept him from really listening to me. Imagine talking to a brick wall.. (It took me a long time to realize that too!) So, I made the decision to go with a family member to live with them for awhile until I was back up on my feet. This was the worst mistake of my life! It led to all kinds of unspeakable things, and drove me far away from God. HOWEVER, despite it all God would NOT let me go. I was gently convicted by the holy spirit that I was in sin and was not repenting. So, through many, many days of weeping I repented unto God. I asked him to forgive me for being so sinful. While I was there I was unable to get on my feet and move forward in my life. It was only when I left that things started to fall into place. I was able to have a few close family members scrape up some money to get me a plane ticket home. Well, I missed my flight by 10 minutes. The flight attendant was nice enough to issue me another ticket for FREE for the next day. She even offered to buy me food. I told her that I had absolutely NO money to get another ticket to get home.. Thank you Lord! When I got home I was able to get insurance, something I couldn't get where I had moved to for awhile. I got a stable job, and my own place to live. Unfortunately, it took a turn for the worse. I was put into the hospital on Christmas Day. There they diagnosed me with all kinds of mental health issues. Anxiety, Depression, PTSD and many other diagnoses. It was from all the trauma I had faced over my life, a lot of it was abuse I had faced when I was young. The great thing is.. The medications that I take are all covered by my insurance, and so is my therapy to help me recover. I'm currently attending EMDR therapy and it's very helpful to me. I'm grateful for all God has done. Unfortunately, I was not well enough to go back to work, but God continued to provide for me. My mother and I moved in together and we help each other out. I'm currently awaiting an answer from SSI to see if I'll get any money (ongoing payments) since I'm not currently able to work. God has sent all kinds of money from unexpected places as provision. We've grown closer, which I love, and I'm awaiting instructions on what he wants me to do since I cannot work anymore. I used my job as a way to show God's love, and be the best example I could be for my fellow employees.
  8. Please forgive me. I have been addressing you all wrong. I cannot claim a righteous anger defence [11 Brothers and sisters, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against a brother or sister or judges them speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. 12 There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you-who are you to judge your neighbor? - James 4:11-12 New International Version (NIV)]. God wants better. I cannot scare you into heaven anymore than I can drag out of hell. God is in control. He makes and lets everything happen. All has and will happen for Christians' good [28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose. - Romans 8:28 (NIV)]. My questionable Facebook activity has led to this apology and following testimony. May it encourage you and give you hope. Praise God. Jesus Christ saved me from homosexual tendencies [10 for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers-and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine - 1 Timothy 1:10 (NIV)]. In my dark past I flirted with ideas, the scene and foreplay of man on man sexual relations. In the moment of those times it was a distraction and escape from my living hell. Such activity always had bad consequences [35 "Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says: Since you have forgotten me and turned your back on me, you must bear the consequences of your lewdness and prostitution." - Ezekiel 23:35 (NIV)]. Yet like a nicotine addiction I was drawn back to get lost in that fleeting moment of oblivion. It and I was miserable. I will not give details here and now publicly. In person I am happy to answer questions and share Christ's solution with you. Praise God. I love you. I care for your well being. My half life of suffering has grown great compassion and empathy. I weep and mourn for the lost, rejected, down trodden and oppressed, spit upon and left for dead. I know and understand because I was there as one of them. Now I am found, nurtured, lifted up and suffering gladly only because of Jesus Christ [17 But I will restore you to health and heal your wounds,' declares the Lord, 'because you are called an outcast, Zion for whom no one cares.' - Jeremiah 30:17 (NIV)]. Praise God. He saved me from my living hell involving depression, drugs, marijuana, alcoholism, willful sin, pornography, homosexual tendencies, the occult, blasphemy, loneliness, numbness and people who accepted this and let it persist [3 For you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose to do-living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry. - 1 Peter 4:3 (NIV)]. Now I am healed, restored, alive and well because I believe and am born again. I bear much fruit and look forward to a bright future in Christ. I will never return to the enemy. It pains me to look back or even be reminded of such serious suffering. I am sorry for your suffering. I am sorry I made you suffer. I continue to repent. Life is good to wake up to eternally because of the Son of God, my personal Saviour, our Lord [12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved." - Acts 4:12 (NIV)]. Thank God.
  9. Hi, I would like to share my testimony in English. However, I'm not good at English writing is there anyone to help me in. Thank you..!! Regards, Gowtham Reddy Ambati.
  10. My following testimony is inspired by shapes' post in the "Worthy Q & A for Seekers" forum. And I quote, "How does God deal with those who have mental illness. Does he heal people from this affliction?" https://www.worthychristianforums.com/topic/219239-mental-illness-god/#comment-2777709 God dealt with my mind in a mess by giving me a guardian angel. I have seen and heard her. God had me born into an amazing family. They love, protect and provide for me. God gave me and the ability to discern real true friends. Only a couple dozen never gave up on me. God supplied me with doctors, psychiatrists and professionals. Medications, personal care and safety nets caught me when I fell, repeatedly. God commands my government, nation and community services to help me, however little and lacking it is. God dealt with me by interacting with my heart, mind, body and soul. Most importantly, God dealt with my sin by sending His Son, Jesus Christ, to save, protect and heal me. I have been saved since 2016's Christmas season. I dove deep into everything Christian and came up baptized on the last day of 2017 (also baptized as an infant). I attended some prayer meetings last year. They anointed me with oil and prayed for the healing of my mind. Since then, God has been healing and restoring me among other areas of my life. I feel shocks of energy surge though and jerk my body. I have been told this is the blood of Jesus running through me. When I am praying, willingly changing my thoughts to God's will, having revelations or meditating on God, I feel tangible physical healing in my temples behind my eyes. It has the similar sensation of a yawn, a condensed vibration. A Christian veteran I admire said something that stuck in my head relatively recently. "I don't even think like that anymore." It was a eureka revelation moment at the time and applies to what has been happening to my mind over the past year. I am becoming less like the Greg of the past and more like Christ. The Holy Spirit is alive and well in me and changing me for the better. The short answer is, "yes," He does heal people from this affliction. How God deals with sin, evil, death and even demons is by offering Jesus Christ a place in between us and all those "mental health issues." The secular world is leaving out God (in three Persons) as the ultimate and only real true solution, cure, coping mechanism and explanation, etcetera. I am living breathing proof. People would have a hard time believing my past. People in my past would have a hard time believing my present. My future will be hard to believe for anyone stuck in the secular world ignoring the one, true, living God. Jesus Christ is alive and well and has made me so, eternally, glory be to our Heavenly Father! 12 The demons begged Jesus, “Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them.” 13 He gave them permission, and the impure spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned. - Mark 5:12-13 New International Version (NIV) 3 Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest. - Hebrews 3:1 New International Version (NIV) 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 4:7 New International Version (NIV)
  11. Snip: "...When I went to college, I was feeling like homosexuality was my core identity. I just knew that Christianity was never an option for me. Not ever. I just thought I'm a gay man, I can't ever be Christian. Never the twain shall meet. ...I just put God even further on the back burner, and didn't even think of God at all."
  12. Praise the Lord, hallelujah! Praise You, God, for your purity and perfection! Praise You Lord, Jesus Christ, for saving me and my testimony! Glory be to You, God, our Father who art in Heaven! Thanks be to the Holy Spirit's comfort, teaching and guidance! All we know, understand, experience and struggle with is for your glory, perfect plan and unquestionable will. I shall not want or crave anything outside of Jesus Christ's way. Let me know if so, let me understand what You want for us is best. May I pick up and carry my own cross, denying myself for You. I worship You as all knowing, powerful and gracious. May I draw closer to You and keep You as top priority in my family's lives. You are first, my family is second and I am here to serve. May I serve you reverently, fully and completely. May there be less of me and more of Jesus Christ instead. Jesus, You are thee only way, light and salvation. All I need is You. God, You take care of the rest. You are in control, God, making and letting everything happen. I am in awe and wonder of your creation. I am eternally grateful, worshipping You and your Son for thee ultimate sacrifice and act of love. This body is your temple, use it as You will. Bend me from my will to yours. It is all about You, everything concerns and relates to You! Yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever, in Jesus Christ's name, amen! Sincerely yours, GregoryB
  13. The Meaning of [eternal] Life All it takes is a short, simple to the point prayer surrendering to Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Saviour. Be sincere and follow through. God takes care of the rest, you and every need. Remember to pray in Jesus Christ's name, for God's will. Discernment, knowledge and understanding will flow on God's time and limitless ability. Feed yourself with prayer, Christian fellowship, worship, singing praises to the Lord. Immerse yourself in the Holy Bible, God's inspired living word! The enemy will lie, deceive, trick and play all sorts of mind games in an effort to destroy you and your faith. Confess, apologize for, rebuke and repent from every single last sin committed ever. Call on the power, blood and name of Jesus Christ and be saved! Every sin has already been forgiven by God, past, present and future. His Son won over sin, death and hell. His unconditional love is true, pure and perfect. Tell your account to God with forgiveness. Make your life testimony strong. It is never too late. Christ's blood, death and resurrection paid your debt and price. You now belong to Christ, take heart. Your body is a temple. Keep trying and building on the cornerstone of Christ. God bless you and your new eternal life starting immediately, hallelujah, thanks and all glory be to God!
  14. Towards the end of this video, my friend Shawn testifies of God's power to change him. He gave his life to the Lord during the summer and the change in his life caused his wife to give her life to the Lord. Now he is leading people to the Lord all the time, sober, and getting off the street.
  15. Hi, I would like to share my testimony in English. However, I'm not good at English writing is there anyone to help me in. Thank you..!! Regards, Gowtham Reddy Ambati.
  16. Hey friends this is a recent testimony I experienced while on the road last year, and I hope it give you some peace if your in a storm. When haven’t you planned for everything to run as planned? Not often right? Image you are planning a trip to Sweden to dance at the worlds most known Swing dancing camp. AC adaptor plugs, check. Plenty of socks and tighty whiteties, check. $500 extra budgets as an emergency fund, check. What am I missing? Oh my iphone. We’ve all been there. Image that you get a special deal on your flight because you are going as the chaperone for a young person who is attending for the first time. ”Half off for my airline ticket?!” Oh yeah I’ll take it. Fred Astaire said, “The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any.” True. I planned to be extra prepared so that I could lead by example in every way on this trip. But sometimes even with the most preparation, life can orchestrate surprising events-challenging enough to stretch your patience beyond the limit. The real trouble began escalating when to everyones surprise the pilot announces that we were going to have an emergency landing in Dublin. What’s worst is that he tells everyone not to panic when we see the ambulances and the firetrucks on the runway. I thought, “Wait what?!” Everyone around me tried to keep there cool until the 6 year old girl in front of me murmurs loudly, “Are we going to die?” Now, I believe that every place that I go I’m sent to bring value to peoples lives-still, I’m thought to myself, “is this it really?” My subconscious screamed I can’t die this way as I sat in silence-there was too much work to be done for the good of people. Crashing eventually went to the back of my mind after I glanced at the young man that I chaperoned sleep through the ordeal-something about his peaceful absentmindedness relaxed me-though some would argue his ignorance was bliss. After are dramatic descend we landing-nervously smiling, but we made it. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, which lifted the mood beyond only a little. The captain informed us that buses would take us to a hotel to let us get food and rest for the night. When we arrived everyone seemed a little better knowing that we would soon eat, since we were only on the flight for about an hour and had not been served our dinner meal on the plane. 200 plus people lined up dragging there luggage to the front door, as we waited in line to get our hotel room. Once we dropped our luggage off we went to the dinning room to eat. For the moment we were relaxed, fed and grateful to be on solid ground. The next day we all received a envelope under our door with instruction on rebooking our flight back to the states. I called the number and to my surprise it was the general booking number for American Airlines, and guess what? The incident wasn’t reported because it was still the weekend, and they wouldn’t rebook my flight because I was flying standby. After 2 days of being fed and housed without any problems or having to pay, I knew in the back of my mind that there was a reason for all of this drama to be happening. Outside of being an extreme test of my patience, I knew deep inside that the situation wasn’t right, yet something was.After 3 days of angry passengers complaining to the wrong people at the hotel, my bank freezing my accounts because they thought my information was stolen, and me wondering how I was going to get home in time, I ended up paying full price for a ticket back to London from Dublin. All this is happening as I’m looking after a young person, so of course I’m trying to be the best example I could be, but I was quickly loosing patience. When we arrived back to London, he was able to get a flight back to the US, but I couldn’t because I was on “standby”, even though my plane almost crashed in the ocean and most of the original passengers were already back home. Not to mention summer vacation just started for the kids in Europe, and the airport was flooded with an avalanche of excited vacationers. I contacted one of my friends in the dance community to stay over night at their house, but they lived an hour away from my airport. This was another silent nudge that encouraged me not leave the airport-reassuring it was but in the moment not a comforting thought of closure-I was still lingering, and far away from home. I ended up waiting at the airport over night without sleep just to make sure I could secure myself a spot at 4:30am the next morning. Even after the long sleepless night at the airport, morning arrived and I still couldn’t board a flight. I was also reassured by a not so happy flight representative that I wouldn’t catch a flight at all that day! By this time most people would have been well passed the edge of sanity. One more wrong word from the wrong person would warrant a spartan kick to the chest 3oo style. Mentally, and physically I was on empty, running on fumes of angry patience. Feeling like a justified victim I realized this was the moment of greatness many of my mentors described. We all want to be the hero or the best character in the movies we love, but I felt like “Gollum” from the lord of the rings yearning to get my precious time, money, and energy back with the situation teetering on the edge of me loosing it. Every door I prepared ahead of time to open was slammed shut-locked with no way of me finding the key or kicking the door down with my own strength. Was this it? Was this finally my breaking point to act outside of my character and convictions to get back what was rightfully mine? Suddenly after calling my name only to tell me I wouldn’t get on the next flight or the flight after, the American Airlines agent ask me what flight I would like to wait for. I told him the next one. “You’re not going to be able to get on it!” he said. I told him to put me on the list anyway. After 4 days of being stranded with 27 hours of no sleep and my emergency fund within dollars of what I planned being completely drained, my name was called. I was optimistic, and cynical. What was weird is I ended up getting business class. As soon as I sat down-while others were still piling into the plane giving courtesy smiles and shoving there carry on’s into the overhead compartments, I fell asleep like a baby. What’s the moral of the story? Why do bad things happen to good people? I don’t know all the reasons why. After waking up 20 minutes before landing, I heard the person in the window seat next to me crying. This caught my attention and I started to talk to the lady. After asking her some obvious questions to be nice, she hit me with a strong upper cut of knowledge that caught my attention in such a way that it was beyond a coincidence. The moment of truth hit me and purpose replaced my fatigue. We were destined to meet, and the only way we would have met is if I went through all I went through to end up sitting right next to her on the plane. There are somethings I know, and other things I know I know. This lady was a person of faith and needed to meet me and some of the people only I could have personally introduced her to. Her journey was directly connected to mine- if I could see this reality everyday as I go through the routine of life, I could be more grateful to be part of a big plan that is working and is includes everyone. The irony is that each of us has a choice which part of that plan we will assist. Good or bad, giving or selfishness, doubt or hope. Just remember in some of your greatest character stretching moments that success clues are leaving evidence, and you need to be prepared to see them. Don’t be ruled by the heat of the moment, or blinded by the glare of uncertainty. You are a piece to someones puzzle and most of the time when things are bad, it is a huge opportunity for you to grow and empower someone else exponentially. Well I’m tired, glad to be home, and more grateful than ever to be reminded that our lives do matter-no matter how quiet they may seem in the orchestra of life. Keep pushing to be your best. I’m happy to be in the game of life for a short time compared to the unfolding grand story of eternity, but I’m even more motivated to work harder. This was a friendly reminder to not be afraid and to keep pushing. You are the one and only you that nobody else can be. Be ready. Happy in Him, Jamin
  17. Hello everyone. I’m happy I found this forum. I’m Heather. I’m new to this site and I’m new to Christianity. I lived my life as a very sinful human being. I went to school for something that i’m no longer interested in. I dropped out at 20. I never went back like I should have. I should have went for something different. I was adopted at a young age into a family who didn’t make me feel loved. So after this I became a stripper to pay for my schooling. When I left school, I still was dancing. Right now I work in retail and all those years of me dancing has been for nothing. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time. I met my mom in January which is kind of cool, but she has hoarding problems and works a retail job too. She’s not normal. I just wish I had someone to talk to. I have no family. I wish I knew some other new Christians who could maybe relate to me. I also feel bad because I lost my virginity and wasted it on people who didn’t care about me. I feel so hopeless. Heather the heathen. That’s who I was.
  18. 2 Corinthians 1:20 - "For as many as are the promises of God, they all find their Yes in Him (Christ). For this reason we all utter the Amen (so be it) to God through Him to the glory of God." The Master has handcrafted each one of us for a specific PURPOSE and a precise time, making sure we've been carefully polished and are ready to soar. With practice comes the testing. This will happen until what the psalmist said of Joseph's testing in Genesis will be true of us: "Until the time that [God's] word came to pass, the word of the Lord tested him (Psalm 105:19 NASB).But God is always faithful, and everything He promises will always come to pass, thus thrusting us into our DESTINIES as we bring glory to His name! Observation: THE WORD IS THE GUARANTEE OF ANSWERED PRAYER. GOD IS ASKING ME TO BRING HIM HIS WORD, TO PLEAD MY COVENANT RIGHTS. I AM NOT TO PRAY TO GOD IN IGNORANCE BUT AS A PARTNER IN HIS PURPOSES. 2 Timothy 1:11,12,14 - "God has appointed me to proclaim the Good News as an apostle and teacher, and it is for this reason that I suffer these things. Keep the good things that have been entrusted to you, through the power of the Holy Spirit, who lives in us." Affirmations: I STAY FOCUSED ON MY CALLING AND REMAIN DETERMINED TO DO WHAT GOD HAS TOLD ME TO DO, EVEN IF I AM ASSAULTED BY OUTSIDE FORCES THAT SEEM TO BE BEYOND MY CONTROL. I KNOW THAT THE HOLY SPIRIT WORKS MIGHTILY IN ME, GIVING ME ALL THE POWER I NEED TO RESIST EVERY ASSAULT THE DEVIL TRIES TO BRING AGAINST ME. I AM COMPLETELY DETERMINED AND COMMITTED TO KEEP PUSHING AHEAD AND TO NEVER LET GO UNTIL I'VE ACCOMPLISHED MY GOD-GIVEN MISSION! Song of Solomon 1:14 - "My Beloved is unto me as a cluster of cypress, in the vineyards of Engedi." I AM DISCOVERING THE NEARNESS OF MY BELOVED (JESUS) TO BE LIKE A "CLUSTER OF CYPRESS" (A FRAGRANT SHRUB). HE IS THE ONE WHO GIVES FRAGRANCE AND VALUE TO EVERYTHING THAT IS DONE BY THOSE WHO SEEK HIM. AS I LEARN TO FIND MY JOY IN HIM ALONE, I CAN NO LONGER DELIGHT IN ANYTHING ELSE. TO SEEK ANY OTHER SOURCE OF SATISFACTION IS TO LOSE QUICKLY ALL THAT IS FROM HIM. ALBERT FINCH MINISTRYhttp://afministry.ning.com
  19. A Long and Winding Road: How I Came to be a Calvinistic Christian Back in the mid-seventies, I was stationed at Camp Lejeune, N.C. and one year, well, during our annual rifle requals, my shooting coach was a Sgt. who was a born-again, spirit filled Christian (I hope you Arminians who believe in Calvinists being the “chosen frozen” are paying attention here), he was also a rock solid, hard core Marine. One day he invited me and some of the guys in my unit to go to church with him at his church in Wilmington, N.C. I accepted. I saw in him a glow, a joy that despite the drugs, despite the alcohol, despite wrongfully pursuing every skirt in sight, I was a very unhappy camper. So, being as I wanted what he had, that joy and peace, I accepted his invite. Well after several weeks of attending his church, a Sword of the Lord reading [Sword of the Lord is a religious paper popular among Fundamentalist, KJV’ers], KJV only, Independent, Fundamental [men don’t wear long hair, women don’t wear pants] Baptist church, I finally joined because I saw other people there with that same glow and joy and peace. I wanted it and figured, well, I guess ya gotta be a “Christian” to get this stuff and be in the church. So I did believe (in my head) that Christ was God who came to earth, took on humanity, lived a sinless life, was betrayed, tried, crucified, and rose on the third day, so I became a “Christian,” got dunked and everything. I still didn’t have that peace, that joy. Weeks went by; Church every Sunday morning and night. Sunday School every Sunday morning. I learned me a lot of Bible. Still didn’t have that peace, that joy. Sunday mornings when the preacher preached and choir choired, I would get goosebumps all up and down my arms I was so moved. But back on base, I still didn’t have that peace, that joy. Several months went by, the Sgt. who I only saw now at church, left for a,…. a,…. (shhhhh. quiet) a “Calvinist” church.” It was a major scandal. To hear the deacons or the pastor talking (always in whispers) you’d think he’d joined a satanic cult. I kept going to church there, faithful every week. Even worked in the bus ministry. I still didn’t have that peace, that joy. Well, of course, that’s why, why didn’t I think of it sooner? I was still drinking, doing drugs, engaging in wrongful physical relationships and smoking cigarettes and everyone knows; Christians cuss, don’t drink, they don’t engage in wrongful physical relationships, they don’t do drugs, they don’t smoke. So, I gave up cussing and drinking, and still didn’t have that peace, that joy, and engaging in wrongful physical relationships, and still didn’t have that peace, that joy. I gave up drugs, and yes, even cigarettes! Get back to base and still didn’t have that peace, that joy. One day I overheard someone saying how deacon so an so lost his position because they found out he was engaging in a wrongful physical relationship with deacon such and such’s wife. Hmmm. Real Christians don’t engage in wrongful physical relationships huh? That night at base, I had even less peace.. Shortly after Deacongate, I was cleaning the head of the bus ministry’s bus and what do I find under the dash of the bus? A 3/4 full bottle of Jack Daniels. Hmmmm. Real Christians don’t drink huh… Went back to the base that night and never returned to that church. I had become an enemy of the “Church” and “Christians” bunch of frauds and fakes that they were. The one real Christian who left months earlier (who I did see from time to time on base and was still a real, hard core Marine) they had been bad mouthing for months. And me, I was more miserable than ever because I saw no hope in this religion. I became such an enemy of Christ and His people that I even beat down a street preacher one day because he dared to be on “my” street interrupting my walk to the bus stop. So I took his white board off of its stand, broke it across his head and beat and kicked him bloody, then told him if I ever saw him there again I would kill him. “Christians” are all just a bunch of fakers anyway, well, except for a few. That night and for years to come, I was without peace, without joy, and without hope. The sex, the drugs, the every sin I could find didn’t fill that empty void in my soul. It was only by God’s sovereign grace, after I had hit rock bottom, in jail facing a minimum of 65 years in prison for Attempted Murder and other charges, and was seriously considering taking a knife and cutting my own throat that I head His voice saying “Come to Me Michael.” The odd part of what happened next is, the voice I was hearing was that a little Paisa, Mexican national who had been picked up on a probation violation. He entered this large cell were I was, maybe 30’ x 10′ with about 20 men in it, all making noise, talking banging on the cell door, etc. He went and sat down at the other end of the cell, on a bunk next to another paisa and began sharing the Gospel in Spanish. Now, I’ll admit I know Spanish. But I’m also hard of hearing. Despite that, clear over where I was, I hear a Voice, in English “Come to Me Michael.” I knew who it was; who it had to be and I said, “But Lord, I can’t, I can’t I’m not worthy, I’m no good.” He said, “Come to Me and be My child.” I said, “But Lord, I cannot, I’m no good. I have nothing to give You.” He said, “I didn’t ask you for anything except that you come to Me.” I said, “But Lord, You, You can’t possible want “Me,” I’m no good, I’m a loser, a failure.” He said, “Come. Just as you are and I will make you My own.” “But Lord, You don’t know what I’ve done.” “Yes, I do.” “But Lord, You don’t know about this, and that, and this other thing.” “Yes, I know about those things too. I know everything about you Michael. Every sinful thought, word and deed.” “But Lord, I don’t understand. If You know all that, how could you want me.” He said, “Son, I have wanted you since before I made the world. I was just waiting for the time when your false pride and willfulness would be broken enough for you to listen, for you to see, that it’s not about what you can give to Me, but about My eternal Love for you. You see son, you already belong to Me, I paid the price for you long ago. I just want you to come to Me now.” I finally got wore out and told Him, “Lord, I don’t understand it, but if you want me after all that, then for what it’s worth, I’m Yours.” At that moment I felt unconditionally and truly loved for the first time in my life. Someone who knew every dark, dirty little secret of my heart and still loved me, unconditionally. My life was transformed that day and has never been the same since. I’m not perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, but I am different. It was only years and much study later that I learned about the doctrines of God’s sovereign grace, a/k/a “Calvinism.” By then I had already learned them in the Scriptures only afterwards finding out that what I had become in my theology of God’s Salvation was a…., a….. “Calvinist!” It was at that time I stopped all studies with what I had learned were “Arminian” churches. Oh I’ll still attend one, if there is no Reformed church to attend. But that’s another matter. The unconditional nature of God’s love towards me, a sinner was something I could not and still have not gotten over. That He had chosen and paid the price to redeem me, long before I was ever born, even knowing then, everything that I would do in this age, impressed me. That His Son’s sacrifice on the cross ensured my salvation assures me yet today. And that He has promised to work in me, to finish the work He began in me gives me assurance and hope for the future. Folks, I urge y’all, go where the Lord leads you to go, trust Him, and put your faith in Him. Pro 3:5-8 NKJV 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; 6 In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths. 7 Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the LORD and depart from evil. 8 It will be health to your flesh, And strength to your bones. Edit by Omegaman 3.0: Where you see italic bold text above, the verbiage was altered, to make it compliant with our terms of service guidelines on these forums,
  20. My mother and I were visiting a friend of hers across town and we had quite a long drive back home. She then realized that one of the headlights was out again and we were afraid to keep driving as there were a lot of police around and it could be unsafe as it was pitch black outside. We stopped at an Autozone to buy a new bulb but we both realized we had left our wallets at her friend's house. 😮 I checked my pockets and only had 15 dollars cash on me. I remember thinking "God please let this be enough so we can get home safely!" The cashier rang up the total for the part we needed and it was $14.98!!! We just looked at each other in astonishment, looked up above, and laughed. "He's really up there isn't He?" she said. "Has to be."
  21. I feel like I need to ask people for forgiveness, but I don't know what for. Meaning, I don't remember what I've done. I remember calling my sister names, but should I ask for forgiveness 10 years later? I've recently accepted Jesus Christ as my master and the savior who gave his life, that I may keep mine. I've always been loyal to my parents an honor them. But recently my uncle an elder of the church, said before I get married, I have to ask parents for forgiveness. But for what? I've asked and cried for forgiveness Contemplatively(In my mind), after accepting Jesus. I felt deep guilt and wept. I'm not a vocal person, but see myself as a mind/thinker rather. So when I sing, I sing in my heart and pray in my heart, all throughout the day. Not because I feel I have to, but because I want to. My singing voice is absolutely garbage, and it annoys even me to hear it. Even talking I annoy myself. God probably doesn't want to hear a scratchy, out of tune voice praising him. I know I can do it better in my spirit. So I may as well give a bit of a testimony: I grew up in a strict Christian family. Which made me hate church and everything to do with it. Forced to go 5 times a week, 2 hours a service. I've always kept to myself, with a tough guy attitude, but inwardly loving. Always straight face, rare emotion display. I wasn't allowed to any non-Christian friends, so most of my child/young adulthood I was alone with my thoughts. No t.v., games, etc. But after I moved out and turned to the sinful world, is when I felt free, and when I started slowly turning back. Not to Christianity right away. I gathered my spiritual thoughts about the world. I was mildly into meditation, philosophy, astral projection, etc. The typical nature-freak stuff. However up until about a week ago, at work I started listening to a Bible audiobook. I have 8 hours of spare time to listen, and after being bored of music and everything else. I finally decided to give the Bible a go. Which opened my eyes. I've read the Bible before, but never like this. I realized who Jesus was, and how amazing his gift was. My change wasn't immediate. I didn't jump up and shout, "I believe in you Jesus". But over a few days, reading each Biblical book, one after the other. I found myself believing. In my heart I genuinely said, I believe in you Jesus, you are my savior. Multiple times I repeated it in my mind(next paragraph I'll try to describe why and how my mind works). After that over the next few days, I asked for for the holy spirit. I begged for it, saying I need it God. For the past week, since I've been saved. I have not gone a day without shedding a tear. I'll listen to worship music, and I'll let my tears flow. I'll think about Jesus dying on the cross; I'll weep heavily. Last night, I wept the most when I cried to Jesus begging for forgiveness. I can barely write all of this without weeping as I am now. Listening to music and crying, I feel peace, and I want to cry more. Crying for repentance, it hurts my heart. My heart hurts now I as I write. Today for 24 hours I dedicated my time to a fasting. No water, no food, only air(and the word of God). I dedicated this fasting to forgiveness. Forgiveness of my sins, and others. I bow, pray and ask for signs and forgiveness. But recently I've watched a video, where I realized the smallest sin will earn me the lake of fire. I want to make sure my soul is clean and pure. But I doubt, because I feel I need to ask forgiveness of others. But I don't know for what. Should I ask even if for nothing? Or have those sins been washed away? I have forgiven everyone (as far as I 'know' ). I feel like I have the Holy spirit, yet I doubt. I've never been this open-hearted. I've had a few 'mild-signs' over the past week. Those being, my body felt like it froze up for a few seconds, while I wept listening to praise music. Another time, my right hand was on my heart, while I laid in bed and wept for forgiveness. After about 15 minutes into my prayer, my hand went numb. Only the part of my hand that was on my heart. My other hand was on my stomach, almost equal position, so I don't see it being cutoff circulation. I get chills/bumps, not from being cold, but while listening to music usually or something spiritual related. After which tear up. My mind is dangerous and deep. Dangerous I say, because I feel I can think too deeply. Which can be a blessing and a curse. It makes people less humble and innocent. Which is making repentance extra hard for me. My mind thinks on multiple levels at once. This is hard to explain. Not multi-tasking, but very deep, all thoughts in my mind at once-comprehension. A probable contribution from being raised as a thinker. I believe it's partially aware-subconscious thought, interwoven with regular conscious. Meaning I think equally with my subconscious and conscious. Even as I write this now, I question myself and try to think really deep, to make sure none of what I write here is out of pride. I sometimes feel I have sins in my heart that don't even have a name, or exist outside of my mind. Just being the way my mind works. I feel like I sin, and I don't know what to ask for forgiveness, as I don't know the name for the sin. I wish I was simple minded. This is a lot, I vented half way through, but I hope someone has some encouraging words. If not, hopefully my testimony opens someones eyes. May God bless all of your spirits.
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