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What is your short story or one sentence, Why Do You love God?
- Thread starter walt
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I am thankful to God for giving freedom, teaching wisdom and showing love.
Anyone else a bit disappointed that a thread asking why people love God turned into 8+ pages of **** slinging?
That is very true! We have been married for 49 years and don’t want to imagine what life would be like without her. It would be a great void. My hope and prayer is that the God of comfort will fill that void.My late husband's moccasins were horrible too but now he has no moccasins at all.
I still have moccasins but it is difficult to walk alone when you have had someone by your side for 37 years.
Nobody can really understand how that feels until it happens to them.
RestlessSoul
Well-Known Member
My thoughts exactly!
I would say it is an outward expression of an inward condition.
I would be on the high end of that spectrum. IMV. Too many nuances to be just a coincidence.
Well said and beautifully expressed. Gives me pause to be thankful at this moment!
TagliatelliMonster
Veteran Member
It makes no difference to the subject at hand.
Prof Dawkins for example is rude and kind of a douchbag. He's still correct about evolution.
Being kind isn't going to make him any less or more correct.
TagliatelliMonster
Veteran Member
Try me.
My dad is the child of refugees from 3000 miles away whose parents had the choice of migrating to canada, germany, the UK or belgium.
I don't make much of it. Had they gone to canada, I wouldn't have existed and he would have met another woman and other "improbable" children would have been born from another "improbable" relationship.
Statistically improbable things happen all the time.
Kathryn
It was on fire when I laid down on it.
Nope but being kind would probably win him more of an audience.
RestlessSoul
Well-Known Member
Possibly. But if he was less self-consciously obnoxious, he might get more people to listen to him. And he might even learn something from the people he disagrees with; because even people who are demonstrably wrong about evolution may have something meaningful to say about other things.
Muffled
Jesus in me
How else would I know that God loves me? In the OT if I didn't do what he wanted He could make me suffer. Not so much love in that.
Muffled
Jesus in me
I believe my God does not try; in Jesus He saves my soul. That is why He is named Jesus because it means God saves.
Trailblazer
Veteran Member
Because Jesus suffered and died for you?
Trailblazer
Veteran Member
How do you think anyone can know what God's Will is for them?
I do not believe that God speaks to anyone except His Messengers.
Anyone can imagine that God is speaking to them through the Holy Spirit, but nobody can ever know that.
walt
Jesus is King & Mighty God Isa.9:6-7; Lk.1:32-33
I believe When I give my children instructions to live a better life, that is my will. And when Our Heavenly Father gives us instructions to live a better life, In His Word the Bible, That is His will.
Furthermore, the world is passing away and so is its desire, but the one who does the will of God remains forever. --1 John 2:17
For this is what the love of God means, that we observe his commandments; and yet his commandments are not burdensome, -- 1 John 5:3
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Yes… improbable things happen all the time. Does that negate what happened with me?
I lived in Caracas - a two million people capital in Venezuela in what we would call the middle class section but in Venezuela would be considered upper class.
My wife lived in the poor section of town living in a home where when it rained, buckets caught the water drops from the ceiling and mice roamed freely in drawers, cabinets and anywhere else. Her life’s circumference was about a 3 blocks square and never went beyond that perimeter. I was at one end of the city and she was at the other end
To make ends meet, her mom rented rooms. My wife saw murder, men dragging women on the floor by the hair, fist fights, pimps kicking his pregnant woman to facilitate an abortion, witchcraft and more. She decided she wasn’t going to marry a Venezuelan
Our paths were not intersecting… but at age 11, she would bury her head every night into a pillow before the other two other sisters would crawl into the full-size bed and pray, “Please send me a blue-eyed American that will take me to the US."
Fast-forward three years later, my brother was going to marry a Venezuelan woman. That woman was walking down the street where my wife lived and just so happened to have a “room for rent” sign and she decided to rent it. My brother decided to live with her there for a time.
Coming to visit my brother and as I walked into the small courtyard (if you can call it that - more like an open long space) - she looked at her sister and said at the age of 14 “that’s the man I’m going to marry”. I was 17 and married her 3 years later.
Can you say it was just coincidence… absolutely. Can I say it was a God-cidence? YUP
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walt
Jesus is King & Mighty God Isa.9:6-7; Lk.1:32-33
Your true life story, brings me so much happiness, I can tell you both love each other so very much!Yes… improbable things happen all the time. Does that negate what happened with me?
I lived in Caracas - a two million people capital in Venezuela in what we would call the middle class section but in Venezuela would be considered upper class.
My wife lived in the poor section of town living in a home where when it rained, buckets caught the water drops from the ceiling and mice roamed freely in drawers, cabinets and anywhere else. Her life’s circumference was about a 3 blocks square and never went beyond that perimeter.
To make ends meet, her mom rented rooms. My wife saw murder, men dragging women on the floor by the hair, fist fights, pimps kicking his pregnant woman to facilitate an abortion, witchcraft and more. She decided she wasn’t going to marry a Venezuelan
Our paths were not intersecting… but at age 11, she would bury her head every night into a pillow before the other two other sisters would crawl into the full-size bed and pray, “Please send me a blue-eyed American that will take me to the US."
Fast-forward three years later, my brother was going to marry a Venezuelan woman. That woman was walking down the street where my wife lived and just so happened to have a “room for rent” sign and she decided to rent it. My brother decided to live with her there for a time.
Coming to visit my brother and as I walked into the small courtyard (if you can call it that - more like an open long space) - she looked at her sister and said at the age of 14 “that’s the man I’m going to marry”. I was 17 and married her 3 years later.
Can you say it was just coincidence… absolutely. Can I say it was a God-cidence? YUP