Comments on: Thinking our junk will shock God.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 22:34:37 +0000

Coming from someone who just did this recently….I posted a reply before reading your too but telling my husband about my past was the most painful but mos healing thing I’ve ever done. I would never take back telling him all the aweful details he asked for. Of course I wish I’d never had to do everythig to myself that I did, it’s my story and I can’t change it. We’ve been going to counseling for the last year to put things in perspective but I feel amazing inside. These kind of blogs still well up tears in my eyes but it’s gratitude for what God has done for me- forgiveness primarily but all the amazing side affects of not being isolated with my secrets

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 22:29:09 +0000

I could have been balling through this post except that i’m sitting on the floor in my kids bedroom while they play around me. I never thought I was a person who stuffed anything away but I realized last year that I was and so when I finally came out with my “junk” from the past to my husband, friends and then to our counselor- I finally had the oppotunity to heal from it. Part of what helped was never knowing before how many people had the same story as I. But it’s pretty sneaky how Satan uses that to keep us isolated. I’ve never felt closer to God than I do now that I cleaned out the closet. God knew all along.

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SCL #387 « adventures of a nomad — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:10:13 +0000

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By: Ryan

Ryan — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 14:24:00 +0000

Was going to go anon for this but changed mind.

I've done some things that are 'shocking' in the sense of the world. Walked a path that was evil, with all the bells and whistles.

I thought I'd resolved it all but thoughts of having to explain my history to my future wife is terrifying (it's *not* pleasant at all).

God still wants to talk to me. That's after 4 years of trying to fix it myself by aligning myself with feminist values and studying social work.

And the idea that God still wants to talk to me is the most exciting/confusing/depressing thing going at the moment.

Am amazed that all these old posts seem to be 'speaking' to be me at the moment.:)

By: Kate

Kate — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 22:03:00 +0000

Lately I’ve really been buying the lie that God’s “forgiveness meter” has run out on me. I mean, how could he even look at ME?! So I started praying for a good slap in the face. Something to show me just how wrong I was.
Thanks for the answered prayer.
[**side hugs to Jon and everyone who left those amazing comments**]

By: Runnerish

Runnerish — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 03:39:00 +0000

I’m a journalist. There are times when grammar and spelling matter, and there are times when they don’t.

Thank you for this post. It ministered to me.

By: travelin joe

travelin joe — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:01:00 +0000

Annonymos @ 3:44
i think the person who told you that has it a bit mixed up.

There is an aspect that i find in scripture where Sin hardens your heart to hearing God's voice. the less you hear god's voice, the less likely you are to follow God's word.

As i understand it, the break in communication is on the sinners end, not Gods. God has been continuously and directly interacting with humanity for atleast 4000 years... and has boundless love, mercy, and patience.

By: AmyK

AmyK — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:27:00 +0000

Thank you.

By: cosmiccowgirl

cosmiccowgirl — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 12:48:00 +0000

This is a great post. Had me hooked from the very beginning, because I recognized myself there. I alwasy liked Jesus drawing in the dirt because it did take the focus off the woman, made the impression that that was not the important part, and also, maybe showing us this: Maybe he was writing the sins of the Pharisees in the sand, but then erasing them. Sand blows away, like our sin does with God’s mercy. It took a long time for me to accept that God’s mercy extended to even a sinner like me. I felt like my junk was too much, and it kept me out of the circle. One Easter Sunday, I realized that Jesus died for me, too, and it changed my faith.
This post was timely because I had been writing on my blog a piece about people I let down who still kept their faith in me. That is how God is, and his mercy, his grace, overwhelms me.

By: Lavrai

Lavrai — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:13:00 +0000

Great post and testimony. Reminds me of that old hymn, ‘I Must Tell Jesus.’ Check it out.