What keeps you from falling away from faith in Christ?
Tell us how you hold on to Jesus and how he has held on to you.
Tell us how you hold on to Jesus and how he has held on to you.
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Testimony Time!
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ThienAn
Bench Press THIS!
Wow, cool thread.
I hold on to Jesus because of this world. Looking at this world and everything that it has to offer, I realize that I don't want any of it. Not the wealth, not the fame, not the possession, not the knowledge, nothing.
At the same time, I'm deeply touched by the love of God, the miracles that I have seen done on others and the miracles that God has done on my life. I'm completely drawn to God's wisdom & understanding - they're so intriguing & profound.
How about yourself, Lambslove?
I hold on to Jesus because of this world. Looking at this world and everything that it has to offer, I realize that I don't want any of it. Not the wealth, not the fame, not the possession, not the knowledge, nothing.
At the same time, I'm deeply touched by the love of God, the miracles that I have seen done on others and the miracles that God has done on my life. I'm completely drawn to God's wisdom & understanding - they're so intriguing & profound.
How about yourself, Lambslove?
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All the times he could have dropped me, all the times I did what I wanted and not what He commanded, all the times I rebelled against Him, He never let me go.
His amazing love and amazing capacity for forgiveness is so awesome that it catches my breath just to think.
And at the most rebellious point of my life, when satan was telling me to turn my back on Christ, because the Christian thing was just another religious lie, my heart reminded me of these words, "Where would we go Lord? only You have the words of life."
I long to see Him face-to-face.
That's what keeps me from falling away.
His amazing love and amazing capacity for forgiveness is so awesome that it catches my breath just to think.
And at the most rebellious point of my life, when satan was telling me to turn my back on Christ, because the Christian thing was just another religious lie, my heart reminded me of these words, "Where would we go Lord? only You have the words of life."
I long to see Him face-to-face.
That's what keeps me from falling away.
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I think that keeps me going is the love God have for me. Every time it seems to amaze me. Its the small things God is doing for me that shows me that God loves me endlessly.
Yesterday I took my mother to the cemetery she feels she is going to die soon and have to set her things straight. This cemetery is in Roodepoort, where I grew up and my father three brothers and sister are buried here. My mother bought her grave the day when she paid for my fathers grave. Hers is next to my father and my one brother Faan who died when 23 years are buried at the same grave.
There were terrible stories going around about this graveyard. People said that black people dig out the bones of the people and tell fortune with it. They also told that the people started to squat there, erect shacks all over the place. This stories upset my mother and she need to see for herself.
Roodepoort is two hours driving for me and my sister Rita went with me on this mission
When we arrive we took the road that usually leads to the cemetery. We have been there 10 years ago and the place changed. The road was full of potholes and difficult to drive but what upsets me is that the township was enlarge and the cemetery was in the township Soweto, the most dangerous place to enter in. I was busy to make a u-turn to go back when God send us an angel. I saw two white men working and I asked the one to tell me how to get to the cemetery because of the road was obviously closed. This guy start to explain to me when suddenly stop and said that he wont let us go inside the township alone. He escorts us and waits at the gate while we visit the graves. God send us another angle one of the grave diggers comes to help us find the graves.
I know this is a very small testimony but what blessed me is that God knows my mother and knows her worries and loves her anyway. He made a way where there is no way.
If the first guy did not escort us we would never find the place and it is very unwise to go into that aria without escort. The crime rate is very high and they can kill us for nothing.
We would never find the graves if the second guy did not helped us.
This was a very stressful day and we also had to help my mother to set up her testament. I was so exhausted last night that I did not even log in.
Yesterday I took my mother to the cemetery she feels she is going to die soon and have to set her things straight. This cemetery is in Roodepoort, where I grew up and my father three brothers and sister are buried here. My mother bought her grave the day when she paid for my fathers grave. Hers is next to my father and my one brother Faan who died when 23 years are buried at the same grave.
There were terrible stories going around about this graveyard. People said that black people dig out the bones of the people and tell fortune with it. They also told that the people started to squat there, erect shacks all over the place. This stories upset my mother and she need to see for herself.
Roodepoort is two hours driving for me and my sister Rita went with me on this mission
When we arrive we took the road that usually leads to the cemetery. We have been there 10 years ago and the place changed. The road was full of potholes and difficult to drive but what upsets me is that the township was enlarge and the cemetery was in the township Soweto, the most dangerous place to enter in. I was busy to make a u-turn to go back when God send us an angel. I saw two white men working and I asked the one to tell me how to get to the cemetery because of the road was obviously closed. This guy start to explain to me when suddenly stop and said that he wont let us go inside the township alone. He escorts us and waits at the gate while we visit the graves. God send us another angle one of the grave diggers comes to help us find the graves.
I know this is a very small testimony but what blessed me is that God knows my mother and knows her worries and loves her anyway. He made a way where there is no way.
If the first guy did not escort us we would never find the place and it is very unwise to go into that aria without escort. The crime rate is very high and they can kill us for nothing.
We would never find the graves if the second guy did not helped us.
This was a very stressful day and we also had to help my mother to set up her testament. I was so exhausted last night that I did not even log in.
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I must hold on to Him. He is all I have to hold to. There is no where else to go. What keeps me going? His mercy and grace. Why does He hold on to me? His unimaginable love. If I were Him, I would not, but thank God for His unspeakable love.
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jimigold
Jimi for short
You want me to testify??? Ok here i go:
It was about 2-3 years ago and i had already been going to a "house" group/bible study thing for a year. I hated it and the only reason tha i kept on going was because i was good friends with the son of the leaders of it, and it was always really awkward to get out of it.
I remember having long debates with this boy about creation and stuff and there was no way i was going to belive in some God. I didn't believe in God at all and i was always really annoyed when the leaders of said group questioned me about it.
Then one day me and my sis were cycling home from a bike ride. I was 'chasing' her and she started to cycle on the right side of the road. I did the same. She cycled up onto the pavement and i decided to cycle back to the left hand side of the road, failing to notice the car coming right at me.
Well the last thing i remember was the car about a meter away from me and the next thing i knew i was lying on the road with my head on the kerb. I felt alright and i moved my leg but a sranger told me not ot move in case i had broken my neck (not the best thing you want to hear at a time like that!)
For no good reason (remember i didn't believe in god) i started to plead to him that i was not hurt and if i was to heal me. I really don't know why i did this, it was like a reflex i guess
The ambulance came and i actually walked into he back of it. After a long drive to the hospital (and a 3 hour wait in the waiting room) i was deemed in good health and the guy actually said that i was lucky especially as people are usually at least sick in my situation, which i was not!
The only injuries i had sustained in that was a small graize on my back and on the top of head and the following night i even attended an "awake-a-thon" at my church to raise money for a youth group weekend away.
When i think back on it i remember a feeling of being protected throughout the whole experience, like i had a hand wrapped around me of light or something.
I would just like to thank God for all his kindness he has shown me and for leading me to happyness.
I'm sorry *sniff* excuse me
*tear runs down cheek*
Thank you Lord!!
It was about 2-3 years ago and i had already been going to a "house" group/bible study thing for a year. I hated it and the only reason tha i kept on going was because i was good friends with the son of the leaders of it, and it was always really awkward to get out of it.
I remember having long debates with this boy about creation and stuff and there was no way i was going to belive in some God. I didn't believe in God at all and i was always really annoyed when the leaders of said group questioned me about it.
Then one day me and my sis were cycling home from a bike ride. I was 'chasing' her and she started to cycle on the right side of the road. I did the same. She cycled up onto the pavement and i decided to cycle back to the left hand side of the road, failing to notice the car coming right at me.
Well the last thing i remember was the car about a meter away from me and the next thing i knew i was lying on the road with my head on the kerb. I felt alright and i moved my leg but a sranger told me not ot move in case i had broken my neck (not the best thing you want to hear at a time like that!)
For no good reason (remember i didn't believe in god) i started to plead to him that i was not hurt and if i was to heal me. I really don't know why i did this, it was like a reflex i guess
The ambulance came and i actually walked into he back of it. After a long drive to the hospital (and a 3 hour wait in the waiting room) i was deemed in good health and the guy actually said that i was lucky especially as people are usually at least sick in my situation, which i was not!
The only injuries i had sustained in that was a small graize on my back and on the top of head and the following night i even attended an "awake-a-thon" at my church to raise money for a youth group weekend away.
When i think back on it i remember a feeling of being protected throughout the whole experience, like i had a hand wrapped around me of light or something.
I would just like to thank God for all his kindness he has shown me and for leading me to happyness.
I'm sorry *sniff* excuse me
*tear runs down cheek*
Thank you Lord!!
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I just know that He is here. I don't know why..., but there are so many things that He has revealed to me and spoken in soft ways, that to not believe would be dumb (there isn't a better word).
I was saved at 4 years old, and it is wonderful being a Christian child. I knew that there was a God...I could see Him in all things. I remember stealing something out of someones lunch at recess in preschool. I didn't even eat it, but I hid it. The kid was really upset about it, but I didn't tell anyone that I was guilty. I remember having a dream that I was in hell, and a black thing was coming after me and was going to push me into the fire, where everyone was screaming. At 4 ...it's really scary. I knew then where I was headed, and I asked my grandmother how to get Jesus in my heart the very next night. At such a young age...you follow God without any questions.
When I was in highschool...I began to hate life. It all is so worthless. I didn't talk to God then...I think that I still knew that He was there, but I questioned that too. I wanted to die. This life gets boring. All I did was feed my flesh, but even that became boring. I had no respect for myself at all, and I really think that if I hadn't turned back to God I would have committed suicide.
I went to a counselor because my parents found dirty letters a senior had been writing me my freshman year. It was there that I was able to talk to someone that cared. He helped me to realize the walls I had built around my feelings because I had been hurt and didn't have any hope.
I had to stop seeing the couselor shortly after that, and the circumstances around me didn't change, but God slowly began removing the walls I had built.
He is the sole reason why I am living right now. He is my life. I have been crucified with Christ, and it is not I that live, but He that lives in me. I've been born again. This world has nothing to offer me. God is my nourishment.
I was saved at 4 years old, and it is wonderful being a Christian child. I knew that there was a God...I could see Him in all things. I remember stealing something out of someones lunch at recess in preschool. I didn't even eat it, but I hid it. The kid was really upset about it, but I didn't tell anyone that I was guilty. I remember having a dream that I was in hell, and a black thing was coming after me and was going to push me into the fire, where everyone was screaming. At 4 ...it's really scary. I knew then where I was headed, and I asked my grandmother how to get Jesus in my heart the very next night. At such a young age...you follow God without any questions.
When I was in highschool...I began to hate life. It all is so worthless. I didn't talk to God then...I think that I still knew that He was there, but I questioned that too. I wanted to die. This life gets boring. All I did was feed my flesh, but even that became boring. I had no respect for myself at all, and I really think that if I hadn't turned back to God I would have committed suicide.
I went to a counselor because my parents found dirty letters a senior had been writing me my freshman year. It was there that I was able to talk to someone that cared. He helped me to realize the walls I had built around my feelings because I had been hurt and didn't have any hope.
I had to stop seeing the couselor shortly after that, and the circumstances around me didn't change, but God slowly began removing the walls I had built.
He is the sole reason why I am living right now. He is my life. I have been crucified with Christ, and it is not I that live, but He that lives in me. I've been born again. This world has nothing to offer me. God is my nourishment.
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Blessed-one
a long journey ahead
great testimony guys!
for me, His work in my life and others is what i hold onto for. Whenever doubt creeps in, i keep reminding myself how God has never abandoned us, and we're constantly in Him and surrounded by Him, look at the trees!
for me, His work in my life and others is what i hold onto for. Whenever doubt creeps in, i keep reminding myself how God has never abandoned us, and we're constantly in Him and surrounded by Him, look at the trees!
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I remember telling God and reminding the enemy as well, that I might be down,but will never be out, knowing that God says in his word that he will never leave us nor forsake us, I have always wanted to see his face, always pleading to be closer to him, but i really believe, as he reminded me the other day, that he is closer to me than I realise, I just need, like all of us, to rest in that and not fight him. He is the shepherd of our souls and he will lead us into quiet pastures and beside still waters. God bless you all
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I know it sounds simplistic but I really believe God loves me. This gives me hope and trust in him. Even when things get really tough. I sometimes look at my children and wonder why sometimes that no matter how much they drive me up the wall, my love for them is unconditional....so much more God's love for me
Stay blessed
Dave
Stay blessed
Dave
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what keeps me close to Him.........whoa...he must really love me lots I dunno I was having a bit of a problem in believing in Him loving me all unconditionally recently but um I think
it's just Him drawing me close
but um I think it's just Him drawing me close
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What a great thread lambslove! God bless you.
I hold on to Him because He is my life. He took a young girl who was abused, beaten down and could not stop destroying herself and gave me a new life! He made me feel loved and accepted and gave me hope to keep going on.
Life has not been an easy ride since I have met Him, but I have Him...no matter what I face He is with me and that is all that I need. I thank Him and praise Him daily for what He has done in my life.
I hold on to Him because He is my life. He took a young girl who was abused, beaten down and could not stop destroying herself and gave me a new life! He made me feel loved and accepted and gave me hope to keep going on.
Life has not been an easy ride since I have met Him, but I have Him...no matter what I face He is with me and that is all that I need. I thank Him and praise Him daily for what He has done in my life.
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I wish we had a best thread award, this one just might win it.
Everyone here is describing the God I know personally.
What keeps me close to him? Talking to Him works for me. I have become depandant on His guidance and willing to wait for it. He has blessed me in so many ways in my life, it humbles me to consider it.
Everyone here is describing the God I know personally.
What keeps me close to him? Talking to Him works for me. I have become depandant on His guidance and willing to wait for it. He has blessed me in so many ways in my life, it humbles me to consider it.
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His amazing love for me, He loved me when I was unsaved and He led me out of horrible situation. God is my life, my breath and the reason for living.
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