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Post by caressa on Nov 29, 2010 9:15:27 GMT -5
When I came into recovery, I knew there was a God. I believed in Him but didn't think He believed in me. What I had to learn was that I had to put my life into His Care. If I turned my life into His care, then things would happen for the better. If I allowed Him to manage and direct my life, then I would not need to stress out because I was too overwhelmed, too anxious, and too confused to do it for myself. I didn't know that God cared for me. I was told from the time I was able to understand, that Jesus loved me. On the other hand, I was told that good little Christian girls didn't do, just about anything to my way of thinking. I wanted to do, so therefore He didn't love me. I was a bad girl. In recovery, I learned that I wasn't a bad girl trying to get good, I was a sick peron who had a dis-ease and I was trying to find a way to ease the pain and live a better life. It didn't mean I had to become a saint, all I had to do was be me. First I had to find out who I was. I found that God was an old tape. I went on a spiritual quest to find out who God was to me. I learned to understand and trust my God and through Him, learned to love and trust myself. eor.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=spuds&thread=10118
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Post by BW on Nov 29, 2010 16:04:40 GMT -5
I had to discard the old tapes of my child hood and came to believe in a God of my understanding that is a truly loving and forgiving God..Asa the years of the journey have passed my God has grown as my faith has grown...there have ben many trials and hardships that have not tested my faith but strengthened it.
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