If You Don't Believe In The Bible Because It's Man Made, You Shouldn't Believe Ceaser Was Real Because

Remember the days you cried alone? Remember all the pain you went through? Remember all the sorrow and anger? Now for a different set of questions. Do you remember the days you laughed happily? Or the days of perfect comfort and a warm bed? Or the joy and love you felt? Why is it that we hold God so responsible for the first set of questions but not for the latter? He provides all that is good, not all that is suffering. Sometimes I'm so focused on being ok that I don't sit to just see the reality of things. The person who gives me grief and suffering and trauma isn't God. He let's it happen so he can do good things, but He did not do it. It was actually an ugly and stupid snake. The same snake that tried to drag me to hell because he's a salty failure and has no life. The same snake who dare try and decieve me and all of my brothers and sisters. The same snake who if you gave me the chance, I would run a pipe down it's skull and out the other end, place it over a fire, and have a cookout. I hate that snake. But don't hate God because the snake is annoying.

I think I went insane. I...I must be. I made a seperate account last night to post art on, to make this channel consistant with the gospel...and I posted on it. I know I did. But now it' like it never existed. I can't find the art, or my account. The account comes off as unregistered and I'm tweaking. Did I go mental and dream me doing that? No, I couldn't have. I specifically remember being interupted while choosing what art to post when I was forced to buy groceries by my Dad....This is like a murder mystery case and I'm oddly intruiged and mildly annoyed.

I'm selfish, crude, rude, and abnoxious, disgusting, judgmental and all kinds of stupid; I make mistakes and lie about them, blame others and life; I sin and I hurt and I scream and I cry. I am no different from you in this regard. I am a human; I'm an idiot. We kind of all are. The only difference from me and Satan is that I know my sins; I give them to God and He takes them. He knows my sins, my pride, my hate. He takes them and kills them on a big cross shaped plank. I am a sinner, there is no confusion, questions or doubt. But He is my redeemer, my saviour, and it is only in Him that I am found.

(Didn't mean for this to turn into some poem, but it kind of started rhyming and I just went with it lol)

God could come down and show Himself to us all, show us His undeniable glory and power, and leave no room for doubt or question. He could, but here's the thing:

1.He already kind of did. He came down 2000 years ago and showed us miracles, power, and knowledge beyond our understanding.

2. Faith is nothing more than trust. Whatever you put your faith in, you put your trust in, whatever you put your trust in, you put your faith in, and whatever you put your trust and faith in, you put your love and your life in. God wants those more than anything.

3. Nothing in this world is more important than a human life. Our souls are so valuable that demons and angels fight for them like it's their own. So valuable that the creator of the universe died for it. Entrusting our souls to someone we know without a doubt can save us is all well and good, but isn't love so much more than just "show me the facts and proof and then I'll trust you"? Isn't love trust? Isn't trust faith? God wants us to trust Him even when things look uncertain. God wants us to trust Him even when we don't understand. God wants us to trust Him even when we think we know better. Because that is love.

4. God could certainly show Himself, He did through Jesus. However, people die and are born all the time. Generations will pass and eventually, anyone still alive won't have seen those miracles or proof. He'd have to show himself every practical decade or so because new people are born every day, which leaves hundreds or thousands who haven't seen Him.

Anyway, hope this clears as much confusion as possible. God bless you :)

(Also, we have records from His time, and proof of His existance. We don't have His body cuz it ascended to where He belongs)

If you don't believe in the bible because it's man made, you shouldn't believe Ceaser was real because so was the history books showing his existance.

If you don't believe in God because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel him, then you shouldn't believe in Gravity because you can't touch, see, smell, taste, or feel that either.

If you don't believe in Jesus because you think having faith in a God you haven't "met" is blind idiocy, then you shouldn't believe the astroid belt exists because that'd be having faith in something you've only seen in diagrams, pictures, and books, all of which were given to you by man.

As my teacher had once taught me, hard evidence is great, but soft evidence is just as valid.

There are testimonies, miracles, healed and saved people roaming the world. All of them have a reason for following God, and if you find a true christian, you'll be in awe everytime you hear their discoveries. They don't believe because they saw it in a book or because mama told them so, but because they've met Christ in a way He wanted to reveal Himself to them. One day, if you honestly ask Him to show Himself to you and you listen, you could have a testimony of your own.

Following God can be tiring. It won't always be cupcakes and rainbows. Don't get me wrong, there will be trials and tribulations, prayers you have to wait for, hurt that will feel like healing is impossible for, wickedness that will sometimes prevail, and blessings that don't always seem like blessings. But that isn't what I'm talking about when I say it's tiring. When everything is good. When everything is going your way. When everything seems to be in your favor. Praising God is hard. In fact, sometimes it can be harder than if it wasn't. You feel dry in your faith, thanking Him for the same blessing everyday like some kind of routine. You're tempted to go have fun doing anything other than spending time with him. You forget the goodness in his blessings and only see repetetiveness. Following God is hard. But keep going. He hasn't given up on you and He never will. God will never leave nor forsake you. Love you, bye ♡

Me waking up this morning litterally bound to my bed b3cause of crippiling neck cramps and stiffness, resulting in ugly sobs, desperate screams, and frantic praying. Literally was so bad I couldn't face forward. Like I physically could not even put my head at a 3/4ths angle before I was subdued by overwhelming pain that even after going back to the position in which I was bound, would contiune to burn as if I had bitten into a battery. But with my neck.

Also me when I sleep:

Funny thing about this is I started praying and thanking God and then I was just like HAHAHAHAHAAHA JOKES ON YOU DEMON, PAIN ONLY BROUGHT ME CLOSER TO THE LORD. NOT TODAY SATAN while ugly sobbing and clutching my neck :>

I cannot be more serious, there is nothing better. There is nothing better than the feeling I feel when I'm with God. I went years running around doing all kinds of stupid things before I met Him, but He calmed my heart the same way He calmed the storm. Anxiety fled, lust died, anger wained, grief packed up and left, and He moved in.

You may think I'm crazy. An idiot who never learned to question. A traditional bum who can't open her mind to new ideas. Even an uneducated fool spouting whatever false tales.

You may think I'm in need. A victim to white men who drilled this religous crap into my head. A kid who doesn't even know better, she'll wake up once she get's old enough.

You may think I'm evil. A weirdo out of my mind who only lives to shame others. A cultists trying to drag others down with me. A judgemental, sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, trump supporting conservative who can't understand that sometimes she isn't right.

Well let me explain something

I'm sane. I question everything, the how, the why, the what, the who, the when. I adopt new ideas all the time, only the difference is, I have boundries when it comes to ideas trying to pull me away from the Word of God. I'm educated, and I plan to become a professor.

I'm not a victim. I chose this path for myself, no person or group manipulated me into it (besides, it's not a white man's religoun, it's middle eastern). I may be a kid, but the things I've seen and felt was something even a toddler could identify as unmistakenly God.

I'm not evil. I don't shame people, thinking they're gross or whatnot just because we don't share the same beliefs, I pray for them and their wellbeing. I'm not a cultist and I would never willingly drag anyone down if I knew what I was following was false, in fact, I wouldn't even be in it myself. I don't look at any gender, race, occupation, status, or sexuality and think I'm looking at devil's incarnate, just a person like me and everyone else who doesn't know the goodness of God (Also, I'm not even a republican and I'm well aware I'm wrong sometimes).

Contrary to many beliefs, I'm not as bad as people try and peg me to be. I'm just a kid trying her best in a world where nobody ever looks back on the weak. I'm just a kid who struggles to make friends or relate to people. I'm just a kid that wants to love and be loved. Trying to understand, find my way, do what's right and be truly happy.

I'm just a child.

God's child.

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If Fyoder killed himself, would he just....respawn? Like he did the crime, so now he has to do the time right?

God doesn't send people to hell. God is like light and hell is like darkness. Darkness is nothing but the absence of light, and hell is just the absence of God. When you refuse to accept God into your life and accept His promises and gifts, then you choose to be seperate from Him. Hell is a seperation from God. It wasn't even meant for you, it was meant for the devil and his followers, the ones who dared cross God and attempt to bring His children with them. So, He doesn't send you there, you send yourself by not choosing life.

I had 3 pairs of glasses and lost 2 and broke the 3rd. I have to leave for a cruise tommorow and I didn't know what to do. I'd have to tell my mom or hide it until after the cruise. I wanted to lie and hide it but I knew it would do me no good and God would rather me obey Him and tell the truth, even if I get in trouble. I was really scared and stressed but listened and told her anyway after praying to God about it. I asked Him to give me the courage to tell her and that he would soften her heart to the situation. And He did! My mom was already mad this morning so I was pretty scared to tell her. Plus she isn't known for patience. But she wasn't angry and just happy I told the truth sincerly. Jesus works