"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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"Have mercy on me, oh God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions." - Psalms 51:1
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God is love. I breathe in and out and all that comes out is His holy name. His name is written in my blood, in my DNA, in my entire being. I am His perfect creation. There is not one moment when I do not think about my Shepherd and I have dedicated my entire life to Him and to living in Christ's holy image. My parents never understood the love I carried for Him and what's worse, they could never understand how much God loves me. And lately I've started to believe that no one else in this forsaken town does. Not the nuns, not the priests and definitely not the locals that waltz around the streets like some lifeless shells that seek an ounce of ephemeral light to spark a flame in their souls for at least a mere second.
I like to believe that my parents named me after Rachel, Jacob's wife whom he cherished so much that he was willing to wait seven years, working for her father, only for him to get tricked by her older sister into marrying her and having to work for another seven long years just to get to his beloved Rachel. But then again, my parents were never into things like the Bible. They never even owned one before I was born. So I can only imagine that the Holy Spirit guided my parents to name me after Israel's wife.
I used to be homeschooled until recently. After turning 18, I have decided to become a nun at the church where I have been going ever since I was a little tot. The initial plan of my parents, though, was to move to a bigger city in order for me to find a better paid job once my studies were finished, but I insisted on remaining here where my faith could perhaps help other lost sheep return to our Shepherd.
Despite the gloominess of the city, I always find the hope to go forward with the way I have chosen for myself through His guidance. But sometimes, God speaks to me about... things. Things that hide not far away from this town. And I've noticed the unholiness that spreads like a plague throughout this place myself too. Lurking in the forests or hiding in the waters. I am not at all superstitious to believe in old wives tales, but I am rather skeptical when it comes to moon lit nights. Such as this one...
