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  1. Last year I started dating a christian guy. Our relationship lasted for approximately 5 months. Everything was going quite well but then one day out of the blue he texted me saying that he felt that God was leading us down two different paths as I was planning to go to university and he was going to be away quite a lot over the summer as he working for a christian youth organisation and was doing a couple of overseas outreach teams for them over the summer. He wanted us to remain friends but obviously I was upset. I had been at uni for around a month when he messaged me on Facebook asking how everything was and I politely replied but didn't really continue on the conversation as i didn't want to get hurt again. He then messaged me several times since trying to strike up conversation but I didn't reply. Then on my birthday he messaged me wishing me to have a good day and I replied with a very blunt Thanks but he still kept trying to carry on the conversation. I've been thinking about him a lot and I don't know whether this is God's way of telling me to try and get back with him as I will be home now for 5 months over summer. I know I could just message him but I don't know how to apologise for being rude before and I don't know whether it is the right decision. My family did like him as he was a good christian guy but they felt that as he wasn't attending university he wasn't good enough maybe. This also sounds terrible but everyone says that I was too attractive for him as he's not really into clothes and material things also and I am very into my style and looks even though I know I shouldn't be and he didn't have much spare cash. I just really don't know what to do. If i get back with him people will wonder why because they say I'm too good but the truth is I really thought we had something and I just don't know what to say if i do decide to message him? Sorry this is so long and I appreciate you taking time to read this.
  2. It’s a good question. However, it’s diffcult to understand. Most people may only understand it when they’re frustrated or when they’re dying. What belongs to you in the world? Perhaps many people want the answer. 1. Does your husband or wife belong to you? No. Although you might suffer and share joy together and have a intimate relationship with him or her, yet there will be one day for you to say goodbye. And you might be born at the same day but will not die at the same time. Being with each other until the end of the world is only a beautiful wish. 2. Do your children belong to you? No. Although you have a blood relationship and have deep affection with them, you will only get joy from their union, visiting, and showing care. When you go to another world, they can only see you off but don’t have the power to bring you back to the world. 3. Does your money belong to you? No. Although you labour hard to make momey and find way to spend it, even if you save a great deal of money in a bank, that’s something you can’t bring at your birth or take at your death. 4. Do your house and car belong to your? No. Although you live in a warm and comfortable house, yet they’re nothing to you when you pass away. From this video,maybe you can find something! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPIY39lTKOk&feature=youtu.be
  3. Everyone has home , home is not only a place where we live, but also a place where we enjoy the love. However,do you know why people need home? Everyone has a reason why you come to this world, plays a role with a mission in his life time. There is a saying, "Life is stage, some acting, someone watching". You are somebody definitely. As the word"Home", in spiritual eyes, just a small (or big)group people come together support each other for the time being, the relationship with flesh only. Sounds like this a kind of cold hearted, but it's the truth. The words below explain the origin of home, and what role it plays in our life . “God created this world and brought man, a living being unto which He bestowed life, into it. In turn, man came to have parents and kin and was no longer alone. Ever since man first laid eyes on this material world, he was destined to exist within the ordination of God. It is the breath of life from God that supports each living being throughout his ‘growth into adulthood.’ During this process, none believes that he lives and ‘grows up’ under the care of God. Rather, man holds that he grows up under the love and care of his parents, and that his ‘growth’ is governed by the instinct of life. This is because man knows not who bestowed ‘life’ or from whence it came, much less how the instinct of life creates miracles.” quote from “God Is the Source of Man’s Life” in The Word Appears in the Flesh Home is not the beginning or the end of our life, God is the source of our life ! By following video you will understand. God Is the Source of Man’s Life https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1St5HTtAPY
  4. Twitwi96

    My God-given Dad

    Hi, I'm new on here and just thought it would be nice if one or two (or more) of you could help me pray for my Dad. He is suffering from malignant melanoma (skin cancer) and it came at him all of a sudden and over the last few months I have watched him wither away. I'd really love it if you help me pray for God's direction in this situation. He had a black mass taken out of his foot a few years ago but the doctor who removed it denied to mention that it was cancerous so my Dad has been living by the Grace of God for the last couple of years until fairly recently when he fell very sick. I don't come from a well to do family (at the moment I'm not in school cause I can't afford school fees for my siblings and I) so yeah it's tough and I'd love it if someone kind just helped me pray for him. "Jeremiah 29:11 - "For I know the plans I have for you" says the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future""
  5. God bless you guys. I'd never though I'd feel like this in my life. I'm 22 years young, so I guess I'm still a baby to life. I'm feeling like my life isn't making sense right now. I feel like I'm somehow lost. I'm seeking God through this stage, but I can't help but feel depressed, lonely and hurt. I've recently been separated from my girlfriend of almost 6 years. My pain comes from this loss. We've planned everything we wanted for our future together. She decided to move on, as she told me she was praying and she felt God told her it was necessary to do so. I have to admit, I have strayed from the faith in the past, I have changed, I have sinned knowing it was a sin, and I have repented. My walk with God is not what it was 2 or 4 years ago. I'm not the same as before. I loved her. I loved her with everything I had. I sacrificed so much for her. I cared for her. It wasn't enough. I wasn't spiritual enough for her, as she told me. She has a point in a way. I was low in my faith for too long, I didn't show her the leader I should have been. We've been arguing to much. It was all a burden for her, and me as well. But I couldn't accept that separation would be an option. I loved her too much. I still respected her desicion. It's been a couple of weeks since that moment. My heart was in pieces. I felt cold. My strength was drained. My apetite shrunk. My heart would race. I couldn't sleep. My thoughts wouldn't stop. The twisting pain in my stomach wouldn't let me live normally. Thoughts of worthlessness would creep up on me. I felt so rejected. I didn't deny her, but she did deny me. I would promise to change, but it wasn't enough for her. Thoughts of her with another man, another family, another home, with other children, being intimate with another man would be the biggest torment in my mind. I've been waiting so long! Yet, we still lusted after one another, which happens, but my God... Maybe God wanted this to happen. I'm not suffering now what I've been suffering 2 weeks ago. Slowly my pain is lowering as the days go by. I beg and plead to God to help me, to not leave my side, to have mercy on me, to heal me, to hold me, to guide me. I'm desperate for acceptance. I'm desperate for love. I thank God always, even through this process, I still kneel to Him and He takes my pain away. He hasn't left me, yet I still feel like my life is now left to feel without purpose. I had a purpose to work hard for us to marry. That motivation is gone. What now? I feel stagnated. I want to focus on the Lord, but I can't help but feel this void in me. I feel like there is no progress in my life. I can't help but think, "Will I find someone that will love me?", "Will I find someone that will love God and want the same things I want for the future?" I've wanted these things since I understood the goodness of being a family man, a father, a husband, since I was younger in my elementary school days. I still hold that dream, but it feels shaken. It feels blurred. I can only rejoice in the fact that the Lord has held me. I can only rejoice that God still takes the pain away when I pray to Him. It keeps coming back however. The pain doesn't stop crawling back in my heart. I have to constantly keep begging God to heal me from this. I don't want to suffer this pain anymore. She said she loved me. She said she wanted to marry me and have children. She was so beautiful and unique. She was the woman I wanted to be my wife. "You're not spiritual, Kevin, you're not." For some reason any time I see something that resembles her or her congregation on FB, I feel as though a fiery arrow pierces my soul. I can't bear the thought that everything is dandy with her. I cannot see a picture of her without feeling such a pain. I still see brothers and sisters of the congregation that I don't visit anymore that post pictures that don't have her in them, but I fear I will see her in one of those pictures one day. It's somehow torturing. I feel like deleting those people who are generally in her circle for the sake of my sanity. I've done what I could to get rid of everything that has to do with her. Her sweet smell on my clothes would torment me. It reminded me of her room, so girly, so comfortable, so sweet-smelling. That Haiku perfume set I bought her, that's where that smell came from. I loved that smell on her, I would wrap myself around her and devour her in kisses, that's how good of a scent it was. Now, it only torments me. It reminds me totally of her tenderness. Somehow I couldn't detatch myself completely from that. Maybe it was the last physical thing I had left of her. She returned my love letters, I re-read them. I even read her love letters over again. She was madly in love. WAS, being the correct term. I can't help but admit how her love grew colder for me as time went by. This was someting very noticable in her letters. They started by hailing me for being her shoulder to cry on, her example of a mature person in her life to help her become a better person and how patient and gracious I was with her but then they usually started to sound like thank you letters. Thank you for being there and God bless you kind of letters. Very short, non-romantinc letters. They seemed more and more forced and hurried as I read each consecutive letter. It's all gone now, along with letters I poured my heart for her. I even made myself laugh at how genuine I was when I wrote her this letter that she gave back along with the rest: To Elisabel. Everything Has Its Time To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven. And now, a love letter. The muscle that provides the necessary blood-flow in my sanguineous system produces a chemical reaction that alters my hormones with dopamine each time my person comes together with yours. The experiences and adventures with one another have created a constant neurotic manifestation in my cerebral cortex in an undefined area because I have no knowledge of it every time your memory comes to my mind. In other words, my heart races when I am with you, and my mind wonders when I think about you. Io te amo. - Kevin Her vocabulary was very simple, so I decided to intentionally write her a love letter with very fancy words that I knew she wouldn't understand. At the end I simplified and expressed how I felt about her. Gone, trashed. Another favorite letter of mine, because I remember how I was feeling at the time, because I poured my sincerity out to her said: Although it's nice to write love letters, sometimes I feel like writting how much I love you doesn't explain it quite as well as showing you my love through my actions. My love for you is God-given. I love you Elisabel, through it all, no matter what happens, no matter how bad a problem between me and you; I will always love you and always have my arms wide open to receive you. I truly love you. I've made custom drawings of her as I'm very talented in fine arts, I've written poems and really did everything to show her my affection. As I've told her, I've tried my best. Deep down I know I will have the chance to meet someone who will cherish me in the future, and that I will apply what I've learned from this grieving experience and past relationship to fear God. Right now, it all seems somewhat improbable. I feel like I must have a good car, a home, and a great job to feel like I'm worthy of receiving a woman in my life even though that is a materialistic mindset. She was tired of fighting for the relationship, as she said. She was tired of not being able to see me at church because of how busy I was at work. I needed to pay rent and food for myself because I live alone. I couldn't afford seeing her. She expected me to act out in "faith" to go to church anyway, risking my week's gasoline, risking that I would not be able to go to work 25 miles away with the faith that God would provide. I was criticized because of my conservative attitude. She was fed up with me not changing for her, not understaing her behavior. It didn't feel fair for me, however, many times I didn't understand her behavior. I can go on and on, but it feels like this is vain already. I'm struggling right now. I lack self worth at the moment. I really thought I had a bright future with this woman. I truly loved her unconditionaly, I poured my heart out to her, and she, as a good christian, saw that I was being a burden to her faith, so she let me go. I can't knock her for that. It's too painful, specially when she would look at me with those wide open eyes, embrace me and speak so softly that she wanted to marry me. This haunts me. Will I find someone beautiful like that again? I don't want to compare, but then again, she was like a diamond to me. She was so beautiful inside and out. I miss her cat-like behavior. She would purr in my ear. She would cuddle against me. We would share our fanaties and wildest dreams about eachother together. I didn't ask for more. She did. Now I'm broken.
  6. Waiting on God's confirmation I have a question for all believers, followers and disciples of Jesus. I want to discuss something that I haven't made the opportunity yet to discuss in my own community. The topic is about waiting on God's confirmation based on life desicions. I know many people who will not make a desicion in their life until they receive "confirmation" from God. This basically means they will pray to God and wait for a simple "yes", "no" or possibly "wait" answer from God. I don't see anything wrong with this. The issue here is using this logic to make mundane desicions. What house to buy, what state to live in, what college to go to, what job to work at, what car to buy. These things are mundane. We are ordered to live a life that gratifies God by loving Him through His commandments. Why make trivial things of this world such a big problem? Now I have another, more serious question ahead. Is it a sin if I don't ask God what house to buy, what car to get, what college to go to, what state to live in? Is it a sin if I go right ahead and get those things? "You're not seeking God's direction!" Is a phrase that will probably pop up. How am I sinning by doing any of these things? Do I need to seek answers from prophets, pastors or preachers upon the house I want to buy or the car I want to have? Isn't that my own business? Don't get me wrong. If you are reading this, and you are that kind of person to ask God to reveal to you what to do, as small as it can be, don't feel offended. You do what you believe is right. What I want to get through here is this: If I do these things, which are not sins, on the other hand you need revelation or confirmation to make the simplest move on earth, don't judge me because of my mundane desicions. Where am I sinning if I decide to live in another country? (Why of course unless God literally tells me thought His Holy Spirit to stay or reveals to you that you must tell me to stay by His will). Now, another question. If anyone here practices this, do you only ask for direction for big desicions or both big and small decisions? A small decision would be something like, "God, is it OK if I go to the movies this weekend". A big desicion is something life changing, "God, is it OK if I move to Europe?" How big does a decision need to be in order for you to ask God what to do? Do you judge others because they don't ask God for direction the way you do?
  7. Just post anything that happened, we will discuss. XD What happened to me today...I saved a little life in the form of Swan-Ox the calf. Here's what happened, My uncle and I went to the field in the farm truck to check upon a cow that was acting as if she was going into labor around 11 this morning, we looked and behold...she had it right next to the creek...and it had fallen into the creek. The calf was atleast a few hours old and if it stayed in there any longer it would without a doubt die. We almost had it pulled out by the front feet when it slipped. We went and grabbed some gear, a rope, few posts/sticks, etc. After a exhausting hour and a half workout we got the baby out safe. Now was the worst part. Waiting to see if the baby would choke to death over the lack of air from the rope, or if it didn't get any milk and die. We helped Swan-Ox to her feet and stayed back so momma...who was wonderful and stayed right behind us while we worked instead of getting mad...she stood right behind me and breathed on the back of my head the whole time...could lick her dry and feed her. Mission to save Swan-Ox so far...successful. Just to play the waiting game and pray for the best. So, once again, what happened to YOU today?
  8. Faithful Kevin

    Spiritual Examination

    Hi guys. Peace and Love. God bless you. I'm working on a small project. I'm planning to make a form where we evaluate our spiritual fitness. I posted this here so you can collaborate with me and Jesus. Here are a few questions I have added: Am I honoring my parents? How often am I speaking to God? How often am I reading the bible? How often am I fasting? Am I lukewarm? Are my attitudes Christ-like? Is Christ #1? Is Christ the center of my life? Am I working how Christ wants me to work? (secular work) Feel free to add your own questions. I will evaluate each one and by this I will determine which make it to the list. I will appreciate every entry. Each entry will help! God bless you!
  9. Prologue Running on the wet pavement, I was soaked from head to toe... "What am I running from?", I questioned myself... I didn't know what was happening, or why... But I just knew I had to keep running. I was very tired, and by the time I reached the edge of the forested area, I had to sit down and rest. I panted quite hard, unaware of the beings that stood silently behind me... Author's Note: This is loosely based on myself, in past-self form...
  10. A story about how it works...... by Grace Saalsaa Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap. When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces. The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone. His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust. He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him. Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart. She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart. She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own. "Would you like some water, big boy?" She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate. He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart. "I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart." Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic.When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again. She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within. He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love. Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him. So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said. And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart."I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after. Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap. Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuers and fosters breathe in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
  11. Chapter 1: Gabriel "Come on, boy. Come here... It's okay. Come on, I won't hurt you." A smile. A Tail-wag. A touch. A look. Of sadness. Of abuse. And the look of wanting to be forever loved. I told him to sit. He sat, of course. But not without the help of a hand. He was scared of getting hit again, that much I knew... So he sat. And he coward. I dubbed him in my mind "Gabriel". You are probably thinking, "What a silly name for a stray." No. It is not a silly name. It is the name of an Angel. An Angel of God. Thus this dog would be. I had not a doubt in my mind God sent him to me to take care of. He sends them all to me to love, to feed, to shelter... And I attend to their every need. It is not because I feel sorry for them. I do, but... Why I do this is a whole different story. I do this simply because I cannot help but do it. I cannot turn a dog away, especially a skinny abused stray, such as Gabriel... If someone ever asked me to, I would simply smile and say "No." The same goes for abusing them. If you were to ask me to go out and shoot a stray dog, then I would first probably put that gun to my head, and pull the trigger. I simply cannot do that to a homeless dog. It is not in my heart to do that. Nor' could I turn Gabriel away... As I went back into the house to find some dog food (I had about 20 large to jumbo bags, just for occasions like these) I thanked God. I thanked Him for sending Gabriel to me to care for. And I thanked Him for giving me time. Time to do this. Time to spend with the stray dogs. This may not mean a lot to any of you, but it does to me. It matters because they matter to me... When I went back outside, Gabriel was curled under the Apple Tree in my front yard. He had fallen asleep, tail still wagging in his slumber. Author's Note: This is not a true story. But read the Title. It is BASED on my life. And while my life as a Rescuer is very much true, the dogs in this story, however, are not. Please take this into consideration when reading. Thank you.
  12. Guest

    I am Dog

    These paws that you can't see 'nor feel These ears that can detect what you cannot hear This fur that brushes up against you yet you seem to not notice These howls that are so far off so distant, it seems These barks, so real even your dog replies back The growls, so vicious, so menacing... And so cold like a dog without fur, unprotected from winter's harsh glance These eyes that are so soulful and so wise glare into your own eyes, not even knowing what is going to happen next Will I attack, or will I run the other way, tail between legs? I'm not sure what I will do, but I know that through all of this, through all of my life - past and present, even future, I know that I am Dog.
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