kingofkings316
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I feel ashamed for posting this. I don't know why. I am just so sad.
I am going to start out with a run through of my testimony to get a better knowledge of me. You can feel free to skip over it if you want.
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I have grown up in a Christian home all my life. I even originally gave my heart to the Lord when I was 4 years old. Even though I never understood why I had to until I was around the age of 12 when I was baptized.
I was forced to go to Church without any say so. My mother would not let me stay home. I always went to church and felt bored. I NEVER listened or even attempted to listen.
When I was 16, my mom moved me out to Michigan, where I met my sister for the first time. She had her own family in Indiana. My mom's friend, the reason we moved to Michigan, broke a promise of free rent the moment we moved into her house. My sister invited us to her house.
We lived with her. I found, as I lived with her, that she was a Wicca. She practiced "natural healing" and warding of spirits. I honestly just felt all together creeped out.
We left her house because of other reasons though.
I met my husband when I was 16. We dated. At the time I had no trace of God in my life. Or I never acted like it. I got married at 18 to him. He was physically and mentally abusive and he was constantly lusting after other women and usually ignoring me.
I left him when I was 19 and almost 20. I moved out to my sisters again. While I was there, I felt the deepest, darkest feeling I had ever felt. The house she lived in this time was said to be haunted. And although I do not believe in Ghosts, I know there are demons. The house had a heavy feeling. I had no doubt that my sister and her acts brought them in. She offered to cleans my room when I told her I was creeped out in it. But other then all the creepy things, I also just felt physically and mentally drain, mad, angry, stressed out and almost every bad feeling.
I left the house. I could not stay there anymore. Bust as soon as I moved back to Montana with my mom again. I could literally feel the feeling of oppression leaving almost as much as the color black turning to white. I found a church and in February of 2011, I turned my life back to God.
I felt an actual love for Him that I never felt before.
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I read my Bible a lot. Either online or one of my Bibles that I have. I have devotional books. I listen to praise music. On my social networks, I make sure that I have nothing but God on there or follow other Christians that can uplift me instead of tempt me. The only one that doesn't have all God is facebook. Because they are my family and close friends. I get made fun of for what I post on there by a couple people.
Right now, is a time in my life when I feel so far away from God, but I am trying desperately to be closer to Him. I feel like the closer I try to be to Him, the further he is. I have a feeling of drowning and trying to stay afloat. And I get so exhausted sometimes, that I start to think. Is there a God? What if when I die some day I find that there is no God, No Hell, No Heaven? But what else is there?
No matter what I do, I cannot get myself to believe there is no God. I know there is a God. I know He is my God. I know he loves me. But why does he feel so far away. I read Bible verses that says He is right there. Just right next to me. He is always there. Hebrews 13:5. He will never leave me, nor forsake me. But I read those verses and think, Why can't I feel Him?
I just feel so upset sometimes. Because I try to read my Bible. I pray more than I breath it seems sometimes. I pray for everything. I take no credit for anything that happens in my life. I thank God for everything. I know He is the one that is doing it. But I feel so lost.
Why do I feel this way?
EDIT:
I added this to elaborate why I felt this way.
Recently everything has been going wrong. I have been trying to find a job. I have been applying EVERYWHERE. I have had several interviews. I pray for God to go with me to my interviews. To give the interviewer understanding and for Him to speak through me even so that I am not so nervous. But I never get the job. The last place I applied I tried to call back to ask why, and they lady would not let me speak to a manager. She literally spoke over me, yelled at me and the finally hung up, right in the middle of me trying to tell her that a manager yesterday told me to call back today so that I could speak to the manager that interviewed me. She just would not even try to let me talk. And I just got overwhelmed with anger and I felt betrayed by God even.
The more I prayed, the worse it seemed to get. Everything just seemed to go downhill.
I posted this in the Seeking Jesus section, because I guess you could say I am a new believer. Because I never actually tried to find God before in my Life. Not until recently. If it is in the wrong spot, I am sorry.
I am going to start out with a run through of my testimony to get a better knowledge of me. You can feel free to skip over it if you want.
-------------------------------------------
I have grown up in a Christian home all my life. I even originally gave my heart to the Lord when I was 4 years old. Even though I never understood why I had to until I was around the age of 12 when I was baptized.
I was forced to go to Church without any say so. My mother would not let me stay home. I always went to church and felt bored. I NEVER listened or even attempted to listen.
When I was 16, my mom moved me out to Michigan, where I met my sister for the first time. She had her own family in Indiana. My mom's friend, the reason we moved to Michigan, broke a promise of free rent the moment we moved into her house. My sister invited us to her house.
We lived with her. I found, as I lived with her, that she was a Wicca. She practiced "natural healing" and warding of spirits. I honestly just felt all together creeped out.
We left her house because of other reasons though.
I met my husband when I was 16. We dated. At the time I had no trace of God in my life. Or I never acted like it. I got married at 18 to him. He was physically and mentally abusive and he was constantly lusting after other women and usually ignoring me.
I left him when I was 19 and almost 20. I moved out to my sisters again. While I was there, I felt the deepest, darkest feeling I had ever felt. The house she lived in this time was said to be haunted. And although I do not believe in Ghosts, I know there are demons. The house had a heavy feeling. I had no doubt that my sister and her acts brought them in. She offered to cleans my room when I told her I was creeped out in it. But other then all the creepy things, I also just felt physically and mentally drain, mad, angry, stressed out and almost every bad feeling.
I left the house. I could not stay there anymore. Bust as soon as I moved back to Montana with my mom again. I could literally feel the feeling of oppression leaving almost as much as the color black turning to white. I found a church and in February of 2011, I turned my life back to God.
I felt an actual love for Him that I never felt before.
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I read my Bible a lot. Either online or one of my Bibles that I have. I have devotional books. I listen to praise music. On my social networks, I make sure that I have nothing but God on there or follow other Christians that can uplift me instead of tempt me. The only one that doesn't have all God is facebook. Because they are my family and close friends. I get made fun of for what I post on there by a couple people.
Right now, is a time in my life when I feel so far away from God, but I am trying desperately to be closer to Him. I feel like the closer I try to be to Him, the further he is. I have a feeling of drowning and trying to stay afloat. And I get so exhausted sometimes, that I start to think. Is there a God? What if when I die some day I find that there is no God, No Hell, No Heaven? But what else is there?
No matter what I do, I cannot get myself to believe there is no God. I know there is a God. I know He is my God. I know he loves me. But why does he feel so far away. I read Bible verses that says He is right there. Just right next to me. He is always there. Hebrews 13:5. He will never leave me, nor forsake me. But I read those verses and think, Why can't I feel Him?
I just feel so upset sometimes. Because I try to read my Bible. I pray more than I breath it seems sometimes. I pray for everything. I take no credit for anything that happens in my life. I thank God for everything. I know He is the one that is doing it. But I feel so lost.
Why do I feel this way?
EDIT:
I added this to elaborate why I felt this way.
Recently everything has been going wrong. I have been trying to find a job. I have been applying EVERYWHERE. I have had several interviews. I pray for God to go with me to my interviews. To give the interviewer understanding and for Him to speak through me even so that I am not so nervous. But I never get the job. The last place I applied I tried to call back to ask why, and they lady would not let me speak to a manager. She literally spoke over me, yelled at me and the finally hung up, right in the middle of me trying to tell her that a manager yesterday told me to call back today so that I could speak to the manager that interviewed me. She just would not even try to let me talk. And I just got overwhelmed with anger and I felt betrayed by God even.
The more I prayed, the worse it seemed to get. Everything just seemed to go downhill.
I posted this in the Seeking Jesus section, because I guess you could say I am a new believer. Because I never actually tried to find God before in my Life. Not until recently. If it is in the wrong spot, I am sorry.
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