sorry if this is in wrong place. please move it if it is. I need help with my faith. I have alot of doubts. I want to stop doubting the existence of God, not a major problem because I know he is real, but I still have doubts sometimes. my major problem is doubting my faith. I have asked forgiveness for my sins and have prayed to be saved many times, but I doubt my faith. I don't know if I did it just because of fear of Hell or because I really wanted to or just because I knew it was a good thing to do. I want to have faith to know that I really am a true Christian, and I want to love God so much that I feel no regrets about leaving Earthly things/people behind when I die. So, I need help to stop doubting my faith. once again sorry if i posted this in wrong place, i wasnt sure. THanks
This sounds similar though a bit different to my experience, let me share what I learned and see if it helps.
I came to Christ as about 6 years old. To make a long story as short as possible, I came to Christ because I needed His strength. As time moved forward and I saw other people's experience, I began to feel like I was missing something. I too wanted that emotional response to what I knew was a huge deal. So time and time and time again, I prayed the sinners prayer, seeking that same emotional response. Time and time I would return, still seeking, never finding. Then, I slowly began to comprehend that that emotional response was not needed. What I needed was the eyes of faith to see what the eyes of the flesh cannot see.
As time went by, I began to see with the eyes of faith and I began to see the fruit of the Spirit in my own life. One day, I had an experience that would cause me to never turn away, no matter, my faith would be forever etched into my being.
I was sitting sewing when my sister came in and laid on my shoulders. I asked her to move, she refused, I told her to move, she refused. I took hold of her arms and set her off of me. She went crying to my father that I had scratched her and showed him an old wound. My father went nuts and began beating me with a belt. Well, long story short.. That day, the belt never struck me. That day, Jesus literally stood in my place and showed me in a real and tangible way what it means "by His stripes I am healed". Though from the outside looking in you would have seen me being beaten, there was not sting from the belt, and no welts from it either. Jesus took my place.
That reality, that truth was so compelling that I never questioned ever again. I think we too often time go around never really grasping what Jesus did, how much He really loves us, and how amazing His love is. When we finally grasp just a glimpse of who He really is in our lives and how we fit into His plan, we begin to accept the forgiveness He offers and begin to learn and grow and mature into the men and woman He has called us to be..
Just my two cents...I would encourage you to study biblical love and/or humility...they are closely related.
May you find peace in our Lord. Answers to your questions and prayers.