- Apr 25, 2019
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Okay, so I’ve been getting really into inappropriate content again recently and it’s gotten really bad. I’ve been fighting it ever since I’ve began doubting my salvation and really trying to become a better Christian (before this happened I was watching inappropriate content and fantasizing about girls I know and wanting to have sex and stuff) but when I first cried out to God to help me with my salvation doubts and to truly save me, it seemed to be easier to fight. For a while (minus a few hiccups, but nothing too hardcore) I was able to abstain for a while, and I thought I was gonna be inappropriate content free for the rest of my life; no longer did I have this always burning sexual desire; I thought that it was God who took it away, and I was happy that He did. However, over time it’s gotten worse, and now I’m back to doing the stuff that I thought I’d never do again; horrible stuff. And I know it’s wrong. There have been times where I’ve cried over my inability to resist and cried out for God to help me resist. But recently, I’ve been doing it a lot more frequently, and I’m not sure if I feel sorry enough for the sins, or if I feel sorry at all. I want to feel sorry I think; I want to repent, but there is still a part of me that wants to continue with sinning, so I don’t know if I’m truly repenting. I feel unable to truly feel sorrow and truly repent; I don’t know what’s going on. I’m afraid that I’ve hardened my heart so much that there’s no hope anymore. A part of me wants to stay pure and not do this crap, but I feel unable to control my impulses, and this causes me to doubt my salvation, or if my sorrow was godly sorrow or worldly sorrow. I’ve asked for forgiveness, but I don’t know if this is true or false repentance. What do I do? I’ve prayed for God to convict me of my sin and to soften my heart and let me repent, but I sort of feel like Esau. I feel like the fire I once had for the Lord has diminished, and I don’t know what to do.