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I’m very ashamed as I post this, but I need to get it off my chest. I know Jesus has already forgiven me, and humbly ask your prayers of restoration. I was in another cycle of backsliding recently. It always begins with less praying, reading the Word, worshipping, going to church, just not seeking Him like we’re commanded to. When we’re not fully armored, the enemy jumps at every opportunity, of course, and I’ve been so easily beset by sin. I start thinking and talking like I used to when I was of the world. A totally different person than who God has been making me into. A person I don’t like. A person I’m scared of. Right before I came to school I stayed with my cousins for a few months. I really wanted to see them, but I knew I shouldn’t go while I was in a bad place spiritually because I wouldn’t be a good witness or example. I went anyway. The place my cousin moved to is a big city, which I’m not used to. There’s a huge nightlife there. I slid into the carnal, the “easy”. I drank alcohol and smoked weed and took substances without even knowing what was in them. I haven’t been reckless like this since I was a lost, depressed teen. This is worse because God has shown me so much since then. I knew better. I wasn’t even pressured to do it; my cousins stopped offering a while back because they knew I wouldn’t drink, wouldn’t try drugs. I haven’t given them my testimony yet, I felt like I didn’t know the words to say, and I’ve been scared. But I should’ve. I thank God that he prevented me from getting drunk, I just felt tipsy and “off”. As soon as I got high the first time, I broke down into tears. I know it’s because I grieved His Spirit. There was no high, no pretty hallucination, even if there had been it wouldn’t be worth it. Sin is NEVER fun like the enemy makes us think it will be. He gives the least amount of pleasure he can to bring us deeper and deeper into bondage and then he gives the most pain he can. He HATES us, not because we have anything on our own to be envious of, but because we’re made in HIS image, and as Christians we reflect HIS glory and love. There’s this thing that happens when you smoke weed. It's called “stuck”. They say it’s hyper-focus, but you feel heavy, foggy, you don’t move. Your thoughts are fast, but anxious. I’ve heard weed has medicinal uses and maybe some people need it, and I know they think it helps with stress, but I saw my teenage cousin whose brain of course is still developing, getting high and watching tv or sleeping every day instead of doing her homework or anything to develop as a young woman. If anything, it made her anxiety worse. It’s unbearable to watch her go through some of the same things I went through with body-image and depression and feel helpless. One time one of our guests was talking about religion and spiritualism and Islam and I knew he was wrong and I should’ve said something but I was “stuck” and we were all high.
So I started college distant from the Lord and not caring about the things I should. Since I hadn’t been kissing Jesus recently, I was lonely. I joined the first group of friends I met here, which involved more partying. I’m thankful for his mercies because there were so many opportunities to do a lot worse and I know I would’ve. I start lying continually when I’m in that place bc I’m pretending to be the person I was when I was into wicca and morbid things, when I was “interesting” and “open-minded”. It isn’t easy anymore, though, because I hear this guilty voice in my mind the whole time. Someone asked me if I’m a Christian and I said, teasingly, “sometimes”. I let myself be naïve and thought hanging out with men wasn’t dating, but I gave the wrong impression and they expected sex. Again, I thank God that he prevented anything serious from happening bc I want to stay pure and wait for my husband. However, I did send nudes to someone untrustworthy with my face in them and he saved them to his phone. I’m terrified now he’ll show them to anyone. My class attendance and grades suffered this semester. I had a small surgery and we prayed and it went well, but I had a bad reaction to the medications. Thankfully, God convicted me, picked me up, helped me let go of the wrong friends and turn to Him again. My mom touched some olive oil to my head and my Dad prayed for me to be healed. On the stairs of my apartment, I tripped with the thick glass olive oil bottle in my hands and sliced my thumb open. I couldn’t see what had happened. I just felt dazed and saw blood. My phone was in my apartment. Praise Christ, my Mom saw, I thought they’d already driven away. On the way to the hospital, I sobbed like a child, not because of pain, but bc I felt like God was distant and asked my Dad if he was still angry with me. When I ask my Dad spiritual questions, I always ask God to speak through him. He told me that he wasn’t angry, to remember His goodness. My Dad confessed that he has been in the flesh too and not doing a good job praying for his family and keeping us covered as our head under Christ. I know it’s not my Dad’s fault, it just makes a world of difference when he’s seeking God and able to intercede for us. My Dad asked me to keep him covered in prayer as well. Please join me:
Father, please make my Dad believe you can undo all his mistakes and make him even greater than he would've been. Multiply all his spiritual gifts/fruits and enable him to wait on you without distraction. Soundness of mind. Visions, dreams, prophecy, speaking in tongues, and interpretation. Bless him with long life to continue edifying future generations. Like Solomon, exceeding wisdom and understanding, and largeness of heart, even as the sand that is on the seashore. Boldness to share the gospel. To know whether he’s meant to have a YouTube channel to share your word. Power to tear down strongholds for our family and others, keep receiving revelation and teaching it to us, and hear from you more and more directly!
I’m so sorry Jesus, for being like an unfaithful wife and ignoring your inner voice. I’m not a Christian “sometimes”. I’m your daughter eternally. Please turn our faces back towards yours. Keep our feet from slipping. Thank you that the ligament of my thumb wasn’t cut like the doctors thought and another surgery wasn’t necessary. Give us confidence you’ve heard our prayers and not let a word of them fall to the ground. Bind what you want bound in earth and heaven and loose what you want loosed. Help us love you with all of our hearts, minds, souls, might, and strength. With NOTHING held back. Sold out for Jesus! Forgive us for hesitating to share your gospel and praises. I know you’ve been merciful in even more ways that we realize. Please, I beg you, don’t let me lose my scholarship and have to leave school. I really want to be here and learn and witness and make friends. Please, I’ve worshipped you before with the song you gave me that says you make a hundred billion failures disappear. I’m not good enough, or strong enough, or smart enough. I’m weak. But your word says power is perfected in weakness. Perfect your power in our weakness. Glorify yourself in allowing us to remain in the land you’ve given us. My dad prophesied you’ve given me spiritual “land” here at my college. Please help us drive the enemy out. Re-establish my parents’ mortgage and cancel their debts. Grant compassion and favor from all our teachers/bosses and allow me to take any quizzes, tests, or assignments of any kind that I missed. Please even grant extra credit in all our courses now and in the future. Create in us new hearts. Wake us early to seek Your Holy Face. Help us seek You at night. Help us study and share Your Word. Let our worship be acceptable sacrifice Your Holy Fire falls on every time. Let us forgive our enemies and forget. Help us pray for them as David did. Like he was praying for his own sick mother. Gift me with encouraging/comforting/nurturing gifts please. Help me never cause stress, anxiety, discouragement to my parents or anyone else. Help me and my brother be financially independent from them. Rescue my brother’s soul and provide scholarships for him and others too please. Make us honor students who give You alone credit. Save our cousins and all our loved ones. Purify us. Send us God-fearing friends who are super fun without drugs, drinks, etc. Let our worship be acceptable sacrifice Your Holy Fire falls on every time <3
Thank you, amen! Yet, not our will, but yours.
So I started college distant from the Lord and not caring about the things I should. Since I hadn’t been kissing Jesus recently, I was lonely. I joined the first group of friends I met here, which involved more partying. I’m thankful for his mercies because there were so many opportunities to do a lot worse and I know I would’ve. I start lying continually when I’m in that place bc I’m pretending to be the person I was when I was into wicca and morbid things, when I was “interesting” and “open-minded”. It isn’t easy anymore, though, because I hear this guilty voice in my mind the whole time. Someone asked me if I’m a Christian and I said, teasingly, “sometimes”. I let myself be naïve and thought hanging out with men wasn’t dating, but I gave the wrong impression and they expected sex. Again, I thank God that he prevented anything serious from happening bc I want to stay pure and wait for my husband. However, I did send nudes to someone untrustworthy with my face in them and he saved them to his phone. I’m terrified now he’ll show them to anyone. My class attendance and grades suffered this semester. I had a small surgery and we prayed and it went well, but I had a bad reaction to the medications. Thankfully, God convicted me, picked me up, helped me let go of the wrong friends and turn to Him again. My mom touched some olive oil to my head and my Dad prayed for me to be healed. On the stairs of my apartment, I tripped with the thick glass olive oil bottle in my hands and sliced my thumb open. I couldn’t see what had happened. I just felt dazed and saw blood. My phone was in my apartment. Praise Christ, my Mom saw, I thought they’d already driven away. On the way to the hospital, I sobbed like a child, not because of pain, but bc I felt like God was distant and asked my Dad if he was still angry with me. When I ask my Dad spiritual questions, I always ask God to speak through him. He told me that he wasn’t angry, to remember His goodness. My Dad confessed that he has been in the flesh too and not doing a good job praying for his family and keeping us covered as our head under Christ. I know it’s not my Dad’s fault, it just makes a world of difference when he’s seeking God and able to intercede for us. My Dad asked me to keep him covered in prayer as well. Please join me:
Father, please make my Dad believe you can undo all his mistakes and make him even greater than he would've been. Multiply all his spiritual gifts/fruits and enable him to wait on you without distraction. Soundness of mind. Visions, dreams, prophecy, speaking in tongues, and interpretation. Bless him with long life to continue edifying future generations. Like Solomon, exceeding wisdom and understanding, and largeness of heart, even as the sand that is on the seashore. Boldness to share the gospel. To know whether he’s meant to have a YouTube channel to share your word. Power to tear down strongholds for our family and others, keep receiving revelation and teaching it to us, and hear from you more and more directly!
I’m so sorry Jesus, for being like an unfaithful wife and ignoring your inner voice. I’m not a Christian “sometimes”. I’m your daughter eternally. Please turn our faces back towards yours. Keep our feet from slipping. Thank you that the ligament of my thumb wasn’t cut like the doctors thought and another surgery wasn’t necessary. Give us confidence you’ve heard our prayers and not let a word of them fall to the ground. Bind what you want bound in earth and heaven and loose what you want loosed. Help us love you with all of our hearts, minds, souls, might, and strength. With NOTHING held back. Sold out for Jesus! Forgive us for hesitating to share your gospel and praises. I know you’ve been merciful in even more ways that we realize. Please, I beg you, don’t let me lose my scholarship and have to leave school. I really want to be here and learn and witness and make friends. Please, I’ve worshipped you before with the song you gave me that says you make a hundred billion failures disappear. I’m not good enough, or strong enough, or smart enough. I’m weak. But your word says power is perfected in weakness. Perfect your power in our weakness. Glorify yourself in allowing us to remain in the land you’ve given us. My dad prophesied you’ve given me spiritual “land” here at my college. Please help us drive the enemy out. Re-establish my parents’ mortgage and cancel their debts. Grant compassion and favor from all our teachers/bosses and allow me to take any quizzes, tests, or assignments of any kind that I missed. Please even grant extra credit in all our courses now and in the future. Create in us new hearts. Wake us early to seek Your Holy Face. Help us seek You at night. Help us study and share Your Word. Let our worship be acceptable sacrifice Your Holy Fire falls on every time. Let us forgive our enemies and forget. Help us pray for them as David did. Like he was praying for his own sick mother. Gift me with encouraging/comforting/nurturing gifts please. Help me never cause stress, anxiety, discouragement to my parents or anyone else. Help me and my brother be financially independent from them. Rescue my brother’s soul and provide scholarships for him and others too please. Make us honor students who give You alone credit. Save our cousins and all our loved ones. Purify us. Send us God-fearing friends who are super fun without drugs, drinks, etc. Let our worship be acceptable sacrifice Your Holy Fire falls on every time <3
Thank you, amen! Yet, not our will, but yours.
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