I prayed and He answered. I cried out in my time of despair and He showed me what to do. Many times... I have been answered the next day, with a more perfect answer and it being more than I could have ever wanted or asked for :)
I had just turned 18, my life was falling apart, I was a mess. I screamed at God in anger asking Him to show me if He was there. If He even existed. I opened the Bible my mom had. I felt peace. I knew, and I dont know why. I realize now it was that faith without knowledge type of thing. So I wiped away my tears and started to read. I told my mom I wanted to go to a church and she said ok. I wanted to start in this baptist one but somehow i was lead to the one i am still at today. my dad is muslim and he was sooo mad at me. he still is but we know that we love eachother, and prayerfully his heart will change...
2006-10-10 08:03:48
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answered by Hurray for the ANGELS! 3
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My faith teaches that partial truths can be found in the dreams of the believers.
A few years ago I had a dream that I was looking out my kitchen window when I saw what looked like long whisps of snow. (It was August at the time.)I ran outside to see what was going on only to discover that the long whispy strands that I had seen from my kitchen window was actually slightly burnt cotton. Across from my house, instead of the usual row of houses, there was a huge, firey plane reckage in a field. There were poeple wandering around and crying. Some were burned. Some wore bandages. A girl I'd known since 1st grade came up to me crying and said "Everyone we know is dead." When I woke up, I was a little rattled but then I just forgot about it. I didn't remember it again until a month later after Sept. 11th. I wasn't in NYC that day, but I live 2 hrs. away so proximity in the dream remains apt. The dream only confirmed what God says about dreams and partial truths.
2006-10-10 15:23:21
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answered by Anonymous
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He is so good - there are so many. He has proven Himself on many occasions, but my favorite is this one:
I had been praying for a bowl and pitcher (like in the old days) to go on a table that I have, and I had it in my mind which one I would like, color, size, etc. I had been praying probably a year or so. I went to an antique shop and there it was. A bowl and pitcher - it was blue, the right size, the right price ($15) and everything was just the way I had seen it in my mind. I turned over the pitcher and etched in the clay on the bottom was my name - big as day. I started crying and the sales lady came over and asked me if I was okay. I said "It has my name and the Lord gave it to me." He is so real and He blessed me that day. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He loves me.
Blessings to you and thanks for letting me share my story.
2006-10-10 14:50:55
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answered by jworks79604 5
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God came into my life and healed me of many emothional problems in about 1 hour. I was majorly depressed, now I am filled with joy. I had a really bad self-image, now I can look at myself in the mirror. I was extrememly insecure socially, now I can talk to pretty much everyone. The list goes on and on just for what He did in that hour.
2006-10-10 14:52:28
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answered by G W 2
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Both of my parents were near death and are both now alive and well. My mom had a liver transplant 10 years ago. After her transplant, she went into a coma for about a week. All of her internal organs were beginning to shut down, and the doctors told us that her only hope of survival was a second liver transplant My dad and I called all around the country to friends and asked them to pray for my mom. The day after we did this, we walked into my mom's ICU room. She was sitting up in bed, asking for a cup of coffee. The team of doctors had no medical explanation- they told us the only explanation they had was "divine intervention". About 5, 6 years after my mom's transplant, my dad became ill w/ heart problems. He was diagnosed w/ congestive heart failure, and we were told that he would need a heart transplant. Well, my mom and I called on our friends and family to pray for my dad. My dad began to improve. His heart went through a healing process- to the point that he was taken off the transplant waiting list. He and my mom are both alive today and are very healthy and happy.
2006-10-10 16:58:43
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answered by JustMyOpinion 5
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I came close the day my daughter was born, but lost whatever faith I had when I hit 50.
2006-10-10 14:48:29
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answered by Buffy Summers 6
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i have never believed in a god. my faith is based on reality. i live my life honestly and with integrity. i have much faith in myself and my fellow man. i have great comfort in finding spirituality within myself not a false deity. organized religion works for some but not for me.
2006-10-10 14:53:15
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answered by deathwishpussy 3
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When I learn't that Man created God, not the other way round – despite what the Bible says. And three guesses who wrote the Bible?
Enjoy your life for what it is, stop wasting it searching for proof of a man-made superstitious nonsense.
2006-10-10 14:55:28
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answered by Anonymous
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I must have been brainwashed since the womb ,b/c I really don't ever remember not believing in God.
2006-10-10 14:47:23
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answered by punkin 5
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The lifeboat mentality of YA R&S is proof enough.
2006-10-10 14:47:32
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answered by Anonymous
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