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I went to bed that night in a state of deep depression. Thoughts of suicide filled my head as I cried myself to sleep. I thought of all the different ways I could do it, but I was terrified of … Continue reading
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The fact that I was playing around with something that was evil terrified me as I thought about Satan and how I had almost fallen into his trap. This was enough to cause me to repent and return to my … Continue reading
During this period of my life, I had continued my conversations with God to no avail. I wasn’t getting any answers and I was still as confused as ever. I often thought, “If only I hadn’t gone to all of … Continue reading
Now when I say rebel, I don’t mean that I went off and intentionally started doing things like drugs and the like, but I started making my own independence whether my mom liked it or not. By this time I … Continue reading
We Are Saved By Belief and Not By Our Works I learned that a lot of denominations only BELIEVE in Jesus Christ and that was enough … that we didn’t have to do any good works because our works don’t … Continue reading
At this point, I began reading my Bible more than ever. I had been doing some serious pondering and thinking after my father’s death. I had a lot of questions that I wanted to find answers to, and I began … Continue reading
I was in the 8th grade when my dad passed away. My sisters and I grew up in San Diego, CA and lived there for most of our young lives. It was a melting pot of different races and cultures, and … Continue reading
Going back to school after my dad’s funeral was really hard for me. I’d sit at my desk with my head down, drawn into my own little world. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t do my work in class—I … Continue reading
I want to take this time to say to teenagers everywhere … if you have ever loved your parents, even though they are strict and overprotective or seem like they don’t care about you or understand you; or if they … Continue reading
Most of the time when I wasn’t outside hanging around with the neighborhood kids or over at a friend’s house, I spent a lot of time in my room listening to records, reading, or just lying on my bed—arms crossed … Continue reading