To Be Honest: Genuine Conversations With God

To Be Honest: Genuine Conversations With God

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I love God But I worry And I have dreams And I'm still figuring out how to love God beyond just feelings too. The Bible tells us that we're God's Field & Co-workers. I want to get to that point. God made Life to be a beautifully vibrant experience, and I want to get to be a part of that reality. But I have things I struggle with; unanswered questions, bad habits, self destructive tendencies. I also have desires and things that make me happy, personal delights. I'm sharing everything with God, all the questions I have. He does tell us to bring all the questions and worries we have to Him. I'm also sharing the answers He gives me with Biblical references. I'm learning how to be friends with God. ^^ It's a step by step lifelong journey. And I'm glad to have you here with me. 💗
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