Assurance

Assurance

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Poem of a Christian seeking assurance of salvation Most of us on our Christian walk will have doubts, concerns, questions of this life and in those questions brings about a bunch of confusion. For me in regards of struggling with pornography, the fact is that when you are walking in the flesh it will produce fear, anxiety, depression. But there is always our Advocate who we lean upon for these doubts, Jesus wants us to pursue a life that is full of great joy and assurance and the fact that this question appears in your head is proof of your genuine faith in Jesus. If you are in that kind of stage of your Christian walk rely on the grace of Jesus, surround yourself with believers during this pandemic although that may be a hard thing to do during this but you just know you are not alone.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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