I am. I keep falling for the same attacks from Satan, and only a person with a really weak, confused mind could continually fall into the same, stupid pit. I guess you could say I'm a spiritual retard (at least, I seem to be). Well, I'll let you be the judge.
This is complicated, and it probably won't make any sense, but I hope someone can help me. When I became a Christian last march, I fasted for three days. It didn't seem like enough. Often times when I felt like eating, it felt like I was choosing food over God, so my conscience screamed at me for taking a bite. I thought God wanted me to show that I was devoted to Him and Him alone. I would refrain from eating quite often, until finally in december, I prayed that God would teach me wisdom and discernment, and give me the answer I needed so that I wouldn't feel guilty every time that I ate. (By the way, I had no eating disorder before any of this). I felt that God wanted me to fast until I gained the wisdom. So I did. I fasted three days, praying and seeking that wisdom, and trying not to think too much about food. My family (not Christians) noticed how thin and gaunt I was looking. They told me how extreme my fasting was, and I tried to explain that I needed to for wisdom. They told me that God probably didn't want me to do this. I wondered whether God was speaking through them, or the devil trying to knock me down. I kept with the fast. Finally, on Christmas, I read a passage in the Bible where Paul talked about how a strong Christian's actions can negatively effect a weaker Christian's faith. I reflected on that, and it seemed that the I'd gained the bit of wisdom I'd been seeking, which was that my fasting was deterring my family from Christ because of it's over-extremeness.
Okay, so I overcame that. Now I'll explain a related problem that has currently fallen upon me. Last Summer, following the advice in a book, I made an oath to God: "No Bible, No Breakfast." That way I'd always make sure I read the Bible every day. Well, since December, the devil has used that against me as well. Every morning I read three chapters and pray over them. And somehow it's become an obligation along with that oath that I also pray for some missionaries before breakfast. As I was reaching the end of my daily prayers, the thought entered my head that I had some unconfessed sins from the night before (even though I had confessed them, I thought I hadn't confessed them sincerely enough). So I confessed them. Then the thought struck me that God hadn't heard what I'd prayed before confessing, because "If I regard iniquity in my heart, God won't hear me." It had been a long prayer too. Do I need to go back and pray again, I wondered? Suddenly I was confused, and I knew it was of the devil. But I still felt strongly inclined to pray it again. I wanted to resist the devil, but he'd gotten into my mind. I tried to go back and pray, but then it seemed I was just praying so I could eat, and it didn't seem right. As a result of this, I couldn't eat breakfast; my conscience wouldn't allow me. I went the whole day without eating. I know why the devil does it; he wants my desire for food to distract me from God and even resent Him, AND IT WORKS! But if I sit down and eat in doubt, I defile my conscience, because "anything not done in faith is sin." Even when I'm pretty certain its the devil, I don't eat because I might have doubts, which is a doubt in itself. (See how confused and complicated my mind is?) It's kind of a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation for the devil. I'm losing weight and becoming unhealthy, but at the same time it doesn't seem like God has freed me from that nagging doubt. I don't know how to overcome the devil on this. Can anyone help me?
This is complicated, and it probably won't make any sense, but I hope someone can help me. When I became a Christian last march, I fasted for three days. It didn't seem like enough. Often times when I felt like eating, it felt like I was choosing food over God, so my conscience screamed at me for taking a bite. I thought God wanted me to show that I was devoted to Him and Him alone. I would refrain from eating quite often, until finally in december, I prayed that God would teach me wisdom and discernment, and give me the answer I needed so that I wouldn't feel guilty every time that I ate. (By the way, I had no eating disorder before any of this). I felt that God wanted me to fast until I gained the wisdom. So I did. I fasted three days, praying and seeking that wisdom, and trying not to think too much about food. My family (not Christians) noticed how thin and gaunt I was looking. They told me how extreme my fasting was, and I tried to explain that I needed to for wisdom. They told me that God probably didn't want me to do this. I wondered whether God was speaking through them, or the devil trying to knock me down. I kept with the fast. Finally, on Christmas, I read a passage in the Bible where Paul talked about how a strong Christian's actions can negatively effect a weaker Christian's faith. I reflected on that, and it seemed that the I'd gained the bit of wisdom I'd been seeking, which was that my fasting was deterring my family from Christ because of it's over-extremeness.
Okay, so I overcame that. Now I'll explain a related problem that has currently fallen upon me. Last Summer, following the advice in a book, I made an oath to God: "No Bible, No Breakfast." That way I'd always make sure I read the Bible every day. Well, since December, the devil has used that against me as well. Every morning I read three chapters and pray over them. And somehow it's become an obligation along with that oath that I also pray for some missionaries before breakfast. As I was reaching the end of my daily prayers, the thought entered my head that I had some unconfessed sins from the night before (even though I had confessed them, I thought I hadn't confessed them sincerely enough). So I confessed them. Then the thought struck me that God hadn't heard what I'd prayed before confessing, because "If I regard iniquity in my heart, God won't hear me." It had been a long prayer too. Do I need to go back and pray again, I wondered? Suddenly I was confused, and I knew it was of the devil. But I still felt strongly inclined to pray it again. I wanted to resist the devil, but he'd gotten into my mind. I tried to go back and pray, but then it seemed I was just praying so I could eat, and it didn't seem right. As a result of this, I couldn't eat breakfast; my conscience wouldn't allow me. I went the whole day without eating. I know why the devil does it; he wants my desire for food to distract me from God and even resent Him, AND IT WORKS! But if I sit down and eat in doubt, I defile my conscience, because "anything not done in faith is sin." Even when I'm pretty certain its the devil, I don't eat because I might have doubts, which is a doubt in itself. (See how confused and complicated my mind is?) It's kind of a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation for the devil. I'm losing weight and becoming unhealthy, but at the same time it doesn't seem like God has freed me from that nagging doubt. I don't know how to overcome the devil on this. Can anyone help me?