conviction // a troy lougferd fanfiction

conviction // a troy lougferd fanfiction

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He starred at himself in the mirror. Gaze empty and lost, when it caught on the cross he wore around his neck. It had been meaningless to him for years of hangovers at church on Sunday mornings, telling lies and hurting others while he wore the symbol of unconditional love, but in this moment his heart twisted. His vision blurred as he broke down into tears, knees weak as he sank to the floor realizing that in this moment: God still loved him. And he was calling him home. -- Disclaimer: Hi, I'm that Christian writer that turns half hearted jokes about Jesus into heartfelt stories for God's glory! I hope with this story I can lead some of you to the Lord, so he can renew you and fill you with the joy of knowing him ♡ Just like God takes our shattered pieces and paints a mosaic of a new, joyful life, I hope to take some of the negativity and mocking of Christ and paint an accurate picture of what he will do in your life if you give him the chance to love you!
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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