Trust in him for he his and that he loves you. A lot of times all of life's circumstances cause us to question whether this is a God and if there is, how could he love us? I understand that their is more to life than growing old and one day dying, but it is never
ending. There is a song that goes where the soul of man never dies.
I know it is a large element of faith and I can't prove to you anything the Bible says.
Sure there is some evidence, but if a person refuses not believe that is totally up to them. I choose to believe and in many ways God confirms his presence in my life in many ways in life.
You have told me I should do something without telling me why.
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Hebrews 13:23 Know ye that our brother Timothy is set at liberty
Timmy, about 13 years ago I had a severe alcohol problem, which had started out to be just weekend fun. I had a very troubled youth, and I think that I was just looking for some satisfaction. What had started out to be fun, became a prison. I had shut out all the people in my life that really cared for me and began to seclude myself in all the misery.
One night, half way between drunk and sober, I went outside and knelt down on the ground behind the trailer where I lived and asked God to let me die. I was scared to commit suicide, but I believe my request was sincere. I had enough of all the misery in my life.
Within the next week or so , my grandmother who was very aged, and now has passed away, called and invited me to church. I didn't see that as the answer to my problems, but because of a guilty conscious, I went.
That Sunday morning, there was a visiting minister at the church. I don't pretend to remember what he preached, but something was drawing my heart. I knew all about them Pentecostal churches and I tried to not let anyone know that I was being affected. After church I made a B-line for the door, holding back the tears.
That day I had lunch with my family and then crashed on their couch. I wrestled with the voice of God all afternoon. I had seen a bunch of hypocrisy all of my childhood, and I didn't want to get involved in it. I told God that I could not live up to His expectations and there was no use of trying. His spirit dealt with my heart and mind all afternoon until I finally decided I would return to church that night.
I told God on the couch that day, "if You are still drawing my heart when I return to church tonight, I'll surrender." That night before service began,(no music, no hype, no screaming preacher, only a voice in my heart)
I went down into their prayer room to pray. There was only one other person in the room praying. As soon as my knees hit the carpet I felt a rush of God enter my heart and the rest is history.
I have just now began to pastor a small church in my hometown. I would have never imagined all that God has done in my life since. My family never had much confidence in me do anything more than just being an addict or an alcoholic, but God has had other plans.
I could go on and on with things that God has done in my life, but it is up to each individual to trust in God for their self. I feel a burden for some of your posts and I hope you decide to surrender your life to God. Sometimes those who suffer most are the ones that have the closet connection to God.
BTW, I've said before that I think everyone should do what works for them. Some find comfort in believing that God does things for them, thank Him when good things happen (but don't "blame" Him when bad things happen -- you have to "hang on" no matter what... but I digress), trust Him for a sound mind, for peace, etc. It works! For them.
I do what works for me.
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Hebrews 13:23 Know ye that our brother Timothy is set at liberty
BTW, I've said before that I think everyone should do what works for them. Some find comfort in believing that God does things for them, thank Him when good things happen (but don't "blame" Him when bad things happen -- you have to "hang on" no matter what... but I digress), trust Him for a sound mind, for peace, etc. It works! For them.
"Many Christians do not try to understand what was written in a verse in the Bible. Instead they approach the passage to prove what they already believe."
Timmy, about 13 years ago I had a severe alcohol problem, which had started out to be just weekend fun. I had a very troubled youth, and I think that I was just looking for some satisfaction. What had started out to be fun, became a prison. I had shut out all the people in my life that really cared for me and began to seclude myself in all the misery.
One night, half way between drunk and sober, I went outside and knelt down on the ground behind the trailer where I lived and asked God to let me die. I was scared to commit suicide, but I believe my request was sincere. I had enough of all the misery in my life.
Within the next week or so , my grandmother who was very aged, and now has passed away, called and invited me to church. I didn't see that as the answer to my problems, but because of a guilty conscious, I went.
That Sunday morning, there was a visiting minister at the church. I don't pretend to remember what he preached, but something was drawing my heart. I knew all about them Pentecostal churches and I tried to not let anyone know that I was being affected. After church I made a B-line for the door, holding back the tears.
That day I had lunch with my family and then crashed on their couch. I wrestled with the voice of God all afternoon. I had seen a bunch of hypocrisy all of my childhood, and I didn't want to get involved in it. I told God that I could not live up to His expectations and there was no use of trying. His spirit dealt with my heart and mind all afternoon until I finally decided I would return to church that night.
I told God on the couch that day, "if You are still drawing my heart when I return to church tonight, I'll surrender." That night before service began,(no music, no hype, no screaming preacher, only a voice in my heart)
I went down into their prayer room to pray. There was only one other person in the room praying. As soon as my knees hit the carpet I felt a rush of God enter my heart and the rest is history.
I have just now began to pastor a small church in my hometown. I would have never imagined all that God has done in my life since. My family never had much confidence in me do anything more than just being an addict or an alcoholic, but God has had other plans.
I could go on and on with things that God has done in my life, but it is up to each individual to trust in God for their self. I feel a burden for some of your posts and I hope you decide to surrender your life to God. Sometimes those who suffer most are the ones that have the closet connection to God.
Thank you for sharing your awesome testimony! I praise the Lord with you for all the wonderful things that the Lord has done for you!
But it'll have to wait a bit. Don't like typing long posts on my phone. Road trip. Maybe later this evening.
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