Hello,
I just recently registered on this site and have not even figured out how to access the private messages I've received from the new member's post. However, I wanted to go ahead and ask you guys if any of you have experienced anything similar with your OCD as I am about to describe. So much of what I have read seems like me (the horrible thoughts, the 24/7 worry over being lost and feeling hopeless about it, and so much more), but there is something above all else in my life that seems to ensure my personal struggle. Before I forget, I was diagnosed with OCD officially about 6 years ago, although I have struggled with it for most of my life. Okay, here goes . . . About 7 years ago, I was so tired of all the worry over being personally saved, the lack of peace, the scary thoughts, etc., that I literally cried out to God and told Him that I hated Him and that if I was saved, as some have tried to convince me, then why didn't I have any peace?! That was on a Sunday morning before I went to church. That very day, the sermon at church was called No Peace, No Jesus. Know Peace, Know Jesus. The entire sermon was on the peace you have from having a genuine relationship with Jesus. That was my answer from God. I had asked Him, and it definitely seemed to validate my fears that I was and am lost. I could've gone forward as I have in the past, but I felt hopeless since I have prayed to be saved so many times before and nothing changes. So many things have happened like that though that it is too hard for me to think that it is just because I'm OCD. One day at a store, there was a man in the checkout lane beside of me. I became very intimidated by and afraid of him, although he was paying no attention to me and I had no idea who he was. My mother was with me that day, and although she didn't know what I was feeling she said that the man in line next to us was a minister of a certain church. That made me feel even more evil! In church shortly after that, my preacher said that sometimes the Holy Spirit in someone's life can convict someone else. So, of course, that's what I feel happened. I was so scared after hearing that, I could actually feel the blood draining from my face. My husband even noticed that my lips looked pale and made a comment to me about it. I've been scared most of my life to go to church. I go, but it makes everything seem so much more real and fearful. One night I went to church without my husband and in the car I told God that even the worship scared me. Again, in the service I went to the statement was made from the pulpit after worship that "If you don't enjoy worship, something is wrong". Recently, I told God that I wanted to serve Him out of love and not fear. The sermon after that was, you have probably guessed it, on serving God for the right reasons, not out of fear or duty, but out of love. It was said that some people who serve out of duty, etc., might spend their lives doing so but find themselves lost because they don't have the love of God in their lives. The latest thing that happened was that I just opened the Bible one morning when I was attempting to have prayer time and began reading the Scriptures. I read, I think it's in Ephesians, that a new piece of garment cannot be sewn onto an old garment or it will rip, and new wine must be poured into a new wineskin, not an old one, or it will burst. I told God that I didn't even know what this meant and also that it's as if I tried and tried, but nothing seemed to change with me. That I wanted to serve Him, but it was like being religious instead of being a true Christian. The sermon this time was on those exact verses and the meaning of them. The minister said that it meant that Jesus cannot pour Himself into someone who has not been made new by God's Spirit because a person who has not been changed (saved) by His Spirit cannot contain Him. My fears about being lost seem to always be more confirmed. I pray and cry and spend horrible, fearful days and nights. I keep trying to believe enough, be sorry enough, pray again to receive Jesus, etc., but I'm stuck. It's like being in an internal prison and I so envy those who have a real relationship with Jesus and the peace that is supposed to accompany it. I know this has been long, but I go over and over these things in my mind. I can't find any happiness or joy in life, and it robs my husband of his wife and my son of his mother. Can anyone identify with any of this I'm talking about? It's more than just reading about the Pharisees and thinking I'm like them. It's like things I think and pray are answered in sermons.
Thanks,
Rebecca
I just recently registered on this site and have not even figured out how to access the private messages I've received from the new member's post. However, I wanted to go ahead and ask you guys if any of you have experienced anything similar with your OCD as I am about to describe. So much of what I have read seems like me (the horrible thoughts, the 24/7 worry over being lost and feeling hopeless about it, and so much more), but there is something above all else in my life that seems to ensure my personal struggle. Before I forget, I was diagnosed with OCD officially about 6 years ago, although I have struggled with it for most of my life. Okay, here goes . . . About 7 years ago, I was so tired of all the worry over being personally saved, the lack of peace, the scary thoughts, etc., that I literally cried out to God and told Him that I hated Him and that if I was saved, as some have tried to convince me, then why didn't I have any peace?! That was on a Sunday morning before I went to church. That very day, the sermon at church was called No Peace, No Jesus. Know Peace, Know Jesus. The entire sermon was on the peace you have from having a genuine relationship with Jesus. That was my answer from God. I had asked Him, and it definitely seemed to validate my fears that I was and am lost. I could've gone forward as I have in the past, but I felt hopeless since I have prayed to be saved so many times before and nothing changes. So many things have happened like that though that it is too hard for me to think that it is just because I'm OCD. One day at a store, there was a man in the checkout lane beside of me. I became very intimidated by and afraid of him, although he was paying no attention to me and I had no idea who he was. My mother was with me that day, and although she didn't know what I was feeling she said that the man in line next to us was a minister of a certain church. That made me feel even more evil! In church shortly after that, my preacher said that sometimes the Holy Spirit in someone's life can convict someone else. So, of course, that's what I feel happened. I was so scared after hearing that, I could actually feel the blood draining from my face. My husband even noticed that my lips looked pale and made a comment to me about it. I've been scared most of my life to go to church. I go, but it makes everything seem so much more real and fearful. One night I went to church without my husband and in the car I told God that even the worship scared me. Again, in the service I went to the statement was made from the pulpit after worship that "If you don't enjoy worship, something is wrong". Recently, I told God that I wanted to serve Him out of love and not fear. The sermon after that was, you have probably guessed it, on serving God for the right reasons, not out of fear or duty, but out of love. It was said that some people who serve out of duty, etc., might spend their lives doing so but find themselves lost because they don't have the love of God in their lives. The latest thing that happened was that I just opened the Bible one morning when I was attempting to have prayer time and began reading the Scriptures. I read, I think it's in Ephesians, that a new piece of garment cannot be sewn onto an old garment or it will rip, and new wine must be poured into a new wineskin, not an old one, or it will burst. I told God that I didn't even know what this meant and also that it's as if I tried and tried, but nothing seemed to change with me. That I wanted to serve Him, but it was like being religious instead of being a true Christian. The sermon this time was on those exact verses and the meaning of them. The minister said that it meant that Jesus cannot pour Himself into someone who has not been made new by God's Spirit because a person who has not been changed (saved) by His Spirit cannot contain Him. My fears about being lost seem to always be more confirmed. I pray and cry and spend horrible, fearful days and nights. I keep trying to believe enough, be sorry enough, pray again to receive Jesus, etc., but I'm stuck. It's like being in an internal prison and I so envy those who have a real relationship with Jesus and the peace that is supposed to accompany it. I know this has been long, but I go over and over these things in my mind. I can't find any happiness or joy in life, and it robs my husband of his wife and my son of his mother. Can anyone identify with any of this I'm talking about? It's more than just reading about the Pharisees and thinking I'm like them. It's like things I think and pray are answered in sermons.
Thanks,
Rebecca