Faith
There are a number of things that have me re-examining my faith lately.
After I committed adultery 10 years ago, it seems to me that my relationship with God has never been the same.
I know I've been forgiven, by a God of love who is always ready and willing to forgive us when we're truly sorry and determined not to repeat our mistakes.
But my self esteem will never be the same, that precious knowledge, better word acknowledgement, that I'm worthy of such a thing as great as God's love, forgiveness, and kindness.
I look to see what's happening around the world, and all of the bible prophesies regarding the end of this system of things are being fulfilled. The bible says that Christians can hold their heads up high, for their deliverance is near.
I can't seem to hold my head up at all.
After losing, within a few months last summer, two people who meant just about everything to me in life, I'm struggling.
We had a memorial service to commemorate Jesus' death Monday night (Nisan 14) and I was reminded by a glimpse of hope of seeing my mother again in the resurrection, all because Jesus gave his life on behalf of mankind so that we may have the opportunity to live forever. And then my hope fades, because I can't picture myself there to welcome her back from the dead.
Bottom line, I don't think I'm going to make it on my own.
After I committed adultery 10 years ago, it seems to me that my relationship with God has never been the same.
I know I've been forgiven, by a God of love who is always ready and willing to forgive us when we're truly sorry and determined not to repeat our mistakes.
But my self esteem will never be the same, that precious knowledge, better word acknowledgement, that I'm worthy of such a thing as great as God's love, forgiveness, and kindness.
I look to see what's happening around the world, and all of the bible prophesies regarding the end of this system of things are being fulfilled. The bible says that Christians can hold their heads up high, for their deliverance is near.
I can't seem to hold my head up at all.
After losing, within a few months last summer, two people who meant just about everything to me in life, I'm struggling.
We had a memorial service to commemorate Jesus' death Monday night (Nisan 14) and I was reminded by a glimpse of hope of seeing my mother again in the resurrection, all because Jesus gave his life on behalf of mankind so that we may have the opportunity to live forever. And then my hope fades, because I can't picture myself there to welcome her back from the dead.
Bottom line, I don't think I'm going to make it on my own.