I would like all in the circle to pray for Moraih, because of her love which can move mountains , and she so very much needs your deepest love and prayers at this time
This circle is very much about inviting in lonely people that the world does not have time to love in its foolish haste to end itself....
please Circle join with my prayers for Moriah at this very crucial time and show her we stand for love, above all things ...



Will you brave one share with us ,if you wish , the cause of your loneliness and how you overcame it , for it is a particularly good time for this story of the conquest by love to be expressed as a beacon to the Circle ....
Dear stranger, you have brought a happy tear to my eye. I have not had a good evening, and when I saw your post, I felt happy and accepted and needed.
I really was praying for Moriah that day...and the Lord really did show me a lovely person. Not that I could see how she looks on the outside...but He showed me her spirit, which was both broken and beautiful. The bible says we must be broken for Him to heal us. So broken is good.
I love you, Moriah.
Here is my story:
I had been married to my first husband for nine years. I was terribly lonely. I had a three year old boy and I loved him, but my marriage was empty. Husband drank a lot and it seemed pretty clear from all behaviors and clues that he was having an affair with a secretary he worked with.
The Lord started dealing with me about my salvation. I had prayed to accept Him as Lord at summer camp as an 11 year old. And now at age 30, I wasn't in church, and wasn't taking my little boy to church either. I felt convicted. God even gave me a dream about heading in the wrong direction on a winding path. He showed me in the vivid dream that He had a straight path for me, if I would accept His will.
I wasn't ready for that, so I began to take my little boy to church to see if church was still the same, lol...since it had been 10 years since I'd darkened the doorway of a church. I had been suffering from agoraphobia for several years. I only went outside to play with my little son in the yard, get the mail out of the mailbox, and to go out and grocery shop and get clothes for my family. I was scared of people and couldn't meet their eyes. I felt shy, scared, strange, awkward, and rejected.
But I thought maybe the people at church would lead me the right way. I took my little boy and a friend of mine and we sat in the front. I watched the people in the choir as they sang joyously. They had something I wanted for sure. I was amazed. Had anybody been that happy to be a christian when I was young? I really couldn't remember. The pastor then preached from the bible...but...it was really the people in the choir that had captured my heart.
I went back again the next week. One evening, soon after that, I was in my bedroom after I'd put my son to bed. I fell to my knees at the foot of my bed and started calling out to God. I cried and pleaded with Him to forgive me for pushing Him out of my life. I asked Him to come back into my life and be my Leader and Saviour. He did. I felt something heavy come up and out of me from my heart and OUT through the top of my head and I stood and lifted my hands in praise to my Lord.
The next day I walked through my street, waving at people and smiling. I wanted to know if they saw anything different. I wanted them to ask, because I wanted to tell them it was Jesus. No one actually asked me that day, but they looked mighty surprised at my friendliness.
Though I was a lot less shy, I was still not as comfortable with people as I wanted to be. I stuttered too. The truth is, I simply asked God to take away my stuttering and my remaining shyness so I could tell people about Jesus. At this point I was so surrendered to Jesus that I would have done anything for Him. I knew instinctively that my life depended on Him and that He was everything that I'd ever wanted and needed.
A few days after I'd asked God to completely deliver me, I was driving the car home from an errand when He said to me in my spirit, simply, "Forgive your parents". To my surprise, I found myself letting go of the steering wheel with my right hand, which I raised up with a clenched fist, looked up to the sky and said loudly, "No!"
That evening, I wrote everything down that I could remember that had happened that I needed to forgive my mom and dad for. It was a pretty long list, because I'd been having vivid flashbacks for days on end.
I prayed that night that God would give me the strength to forgive. Then I went to bed. I woke up at 5:00 in the morning and was immediately wide awake, which is not normal behavior for me, lol. As I knelt down, the Lord told me I had held in all that ugly anger too long and that it was making me sick. He told me it was time to let go of it. He used a word picture that He put into my mind which is kind of personal and I won't share it here.
I prayed very simply, just telling the Lord sincerely that I forgave my parents (and my siblings) for everything I could remember and everything I'd written down. After saying 'Amen', I mumbled out loud, saying, "h--mmmm, I don't feel any different.'
I went back to bed and immediately fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow or maybe before that! And I had a dream. The dream spoke to me specifically and I will tell anyone about it if you should be interested, but I won't make this longer by sharing it here.
After forgiving my parents, life did not get particularly easier, but I had an easier time vocalizing my thoughts and ideas and fellowshipping with others. I could make eye contact and smile even in large groups of people...which was....quite a step up for me.
Now it's nearly 17 years later and I'm hard put to keep myself IN the house. I go to college full-time and I've been involved in jail ministry in the past, and shelter ministry presently. I can see pain in people's eyes and God gives me a compassion for the hurting and the lonely. I love to listen to people and put my arms around them and pray out loud with them. God loves people so much. How can I not love people, when God loves us unconditionally and eternally? There is never any way I can pay back the Lord for everything He has done for me. But it's fun trying. I don't find witnessing difficult at all. I'm bold and not afraid of being laughed at. What I struggle with these days are other issues, which I won't go into right here.
I love each one of you. Thank you, stranger, for kindly asking me to tell my story. I am honored, my friend.