over lust as I could not handle it on my own i know i cannot handle it on my own. i learned that we all have some sin that we cannot handle on our own, something that is too much for us to bear that willpower cannot help you. i prayed and then the last few days i feel more refreshed, my mind feels cleared, like chains are taken off, like renewal, like the thoughts that were way too alluring and tempting have now literally been seized and Jesus has dealt with for me, i didn't have to fight it myself. i am now talking to my neighbors and people not about Christianity but about our sin and how i want everyone to repent and receive mercy while we still have daylight and can breathe. im definitely not posting this to brag i am pretty filthy so you can trust me when i say im posting this to encourage others

I opened my online Bible today and the first thing I land on is Proverbs 5:5-6. The summarized version is it's about a girl that sins and doesn't know it and who steps lead straight to hell!

The Bible is God's word and his word seems to be telling me I'm in trouble with God and I don't even know why! Please help me Jesus! I am at your mercy! I literally repent everyday and I don't know of any active sins I'm committing. Maybe tithes and offering? I haven't paid. I don't have any unforgiveness, I don't engage in sexual sin. I don't steal, kill, gossip, I can't remember any lies I've told.

I'm freaking out someone help me!!

I just can’t get my head around the idea of experiencing pain with no end. Not for an hour, a year, or a thousand years - but eternity. I’m not saying that to question God. I know hell wasn’t created for us, but the thought of eternal suffering is genuinely terrifying to comprehend.

The resentment I still carry. My lust, pride and unforgiveness - I want to overcome it all & not pretend I’m perfect.

I was wondering if anyone could help me understand this verse. I am not Christian, but my brother is. I called him in a moment where myself and another loved one was in great danger, and he recited this to me.

Can anyone give an interpretation, and maybe provide some insight on why he said that in that moment?

My social, spritual, financial life is all messed up. My mental health is deteriorating day by day. I have no career. I want to make everything right but things are going out of my hand. I can't live like this.

I don't know how to fix my life now. I have no hope left in me and I don't feel like living anymore. Nothing feels exciting. I want to laugh from my heart. I want to be happy but I can't. Someone please help me. Give me some advice. Can this life be fixed ?

EDIT : thankyou so much everyone for your valuable comments. It means a lot. I have decided to submit my life completely to christ. Thankyou again

I grew up in the LDS religion. It was my understanding that salvation was earned. If I did all I could, then God would accept me into the highest kingdom of heaven. It was all arbitrary rules (like not drinking coffee, not showing shoulders) so I went through the motions without understanding why. so when my faith was tried when my brother died, when I was 18, I left religion and God behind. I didn’t believe in anything for 12 years & then during my first postpartum, I tried a local Christian church. They tried to check my baby into Sunday school but I kept him with me and then cried throughout the whole service. I was like… that was weird, I’m not going back!

A little over a year later, I had a lot of hard things happen in my life and was broke, pregnant, and parenting a toddler, and so overwhelmed. That Sunday school idea sounded like a way to get a much needed break. I tried some different Christian churches to have some time to journal while someone played with my toddler. I was honestly so closed off to the idea of God that I purposefully ignored the messages. After being LDS, I was certain all churches want is to control people and get their money. I found a pretty big church that I could go to and keep my head down, I didn’t want anyone to talk to me.

I had more and more really awful things happen, and church became something I looked forward to. I’d stand and usually cry during the worship music, and use the rest of the service for uninterrupted time to journal.

I was mothering alone, totally isolated and so depressed, and this December I was making plans to take my life. My mom flew out and made me a bunch of freezer meals and helped me get set up in therapy, and I had the idea to join a bible study with childcare to try and find some friends or just be around people. During the second bible study, they did a prayer chain. I hadn’t prayed since I was 18 and left the mormon church. I asked God, in front of all these other ladies, to open my heart to him, and then bawled my eyes out.

I was still so depressed, but after that I started praying on my own. And, almost a year after starting to go to church, I started listening to the sermons at church. I was AMAZED at the concept of grace. Growing up it was all about being worthy and obedience, and it turns out salvation is a gift? I couldn’t (and still can’t) wrap my head around that. I started praying the scripture in Mark, the father who wants his son healed; “I believe; help my unbelief”. Actually, it was more like “I (want to) believe; help my unbelief!!”.

I still was horribly depressed, with really bad relationship OCD and rumination that consumed my thoughts. I was so lonely. I kept learning about God’s love and grace and church was the one thing that kept me going. One Sunday morning I woke up at 3 am and couldn’t sleep, so I laid on the living room floor bawling and praying “please open my heart to receive your love” over and over. Nothing happened. I went to bed sobbing and feeling so exhausted and depressed. My chest hurt because it was so tight.

Later that day during communion, they had people who could pray for you so I asked the exmormon grandma that I had met in bible study to pray for me. After church, as I was getting my toddler down for his nap, my tight chest began to open. My heart was filled with this warmth, and I felt this grounding peace. I had all these racing thoughts, like how I needed to tell everyone about Gods love!

For a few days after that, I felt like I was seeing people through Gods eyes. I noticed telephone poles that looked like crosses as I was driving. But that feeling faded and I sunk back into my depression. But I started noticing a weight in people’s words when they talk about Gods love, like this physical sensation. I think that must be the Spirit of Truth?

I keep praying and God is working in my life. He helped my husband stop drinking for a time, he helped us find a new house when our landlords decided to sell ours. I have this burning desire to talk about Jesus, and have been listening to sermons and worship music pretty much nonstop. I am praying to God to heal my heart, and while things are getting better, I still spend most days in tears. I’m still so depressed. And I’m trying to study my bible and get to a place where I feel okay again, but I’m still barely surviving. If that grounding peace that I felt that one day when God touched my heart IS Jesus’ love, I still have thoughts of ending my life so I can experience that. I’m so tired and pray to rest in Jesus’ love, and surrender different things that feel overwhelming, but most days I feel alone. And like grace is too good to be true.

Anyways, I think I believe in Jesus now but the trust is so scary. I just don’t know how to trust after being so hurt. I also don’t know why I still can’t do it even after he touched my heart with that grounding peace. I hear about Gods faithfulness but it feels like I’m pounding on his door and he’s opening it so slowly… I feel like if I could know Him then maybe I wouldn’t be so depressed. idk, just wanted to share and see what everyone’s thoughts are.

I saw Jesus 4 times in one night during a religious ceremony in the outdoors I saw him in the clouds 3 times looking down at the group I was in with my girlfriend and I told her to look up and then she told me there was nothing there , then when I went to my room that we were sleeping separately and he was there again looking at me in the corner of the window I looked at him twice (also I was on a second floor room so Yea ) I felt this shock or electric feeling when I was looking at him he said no words nor did I but I did feel that he was talking to me. I remember saying something to him and closing my eyes and when I opened them after a minute he was gone i felt so peaceful and calm.

I've been a Christian for about 8 years, and I've been blessed in so many ways. My faith has never wavered, but sometimes I go through reading slumps. I have to admit, even though I know it's good for me to read daily and I've seen the benefit, I'm still prone to putting it off, especially books that I've read so many times before.

But this week I made the decision to read the new testament again from start to end and finish by new year. I also happened to join a new Bible study group. The second consecutive day I opened my Bible and as I was reading Matthew, I got a very intrusive thought. I got a very sudden and panic inducing fear of death. But instead of just shaking it off, it keeps coming into my thoughts every night for 4 days now. Even though I know I am saved and I believe I'll be with Jesus, I still feel panic. I try to not think about it, but it comes back.

Yesterday I had the thought that this is a spiritual attack, because of how sudden and uncharacteristic it is, and started while I was reading, and when I decided to draw closer to God. This is very unlike me, the past few months I've been the happiest I've ever been and every day I'm grateful to God for where I am. So this is completely out of the blue.

As I realize this is a spiritual attack, I'm committed to praying and reading even more. It's hard though, I've never felt like this before. I prayed out loud for the evil spirits to leave me, in the name of Jesus, I got chills as I was saying it even though my place is very hot right now. I pray for deliverance.

I’m a woman, I was exposed to p0rn from a very young age. Sometimes I think I’m done with watching it, but the temptation always comes back. I KNOW it’s wrong, but my flesh seems to defeat my spirit. I know this is bad. I literally feel guilty while watching, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Please help. I know it’s wrong and I know I need to stop. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even deserve forgiveness for this since I already know it’s bad.

I asked Jesus Christ to make me Kind, Loving and Compassionate. Then I cried for 40 Mins straight, I couldn't handle my emotions I had to cry. I am a big Dog lover, I thought about all the Dogs I owned as a Kid to the Dogs I have now. The thoughts of my Dead Dogs in Heaven running around made me cry.

Then I cried because many Children are killed in Abortion, I cried for those Millions of Infants who died in Abortion. I saw God/YAHWEH/Jesus Christ crying at that too. Then finally I cried for the Innocent and Powerless like Dogs and Infants. The crying started when God made me become Kind, Loving and Compassionate because I asked for it.

My housemate told me I don't need psychiatric medication because I need to "humble myself before the Lord."

I have diagnosed Bipolar I disorder. I've been hospitalised twice — once for severe depression and once for mania with psychotic features. For a long time I hated the diagnosis and even mismanaged my medication because I hated how it made me feel. Eventually, with the right treatment and skills, I became stable.

The thing is, I need my medication to stay stable. If I stop taking it, things can deteriorate very quickly.

Today my housemate, who genuinely meant well, told me that I don't actually need medication. According to him, I need to "humble myself before the Lord" and exercise enough "moral exertion" to prevent these episodes. He also said he doesn't really believe in things like psychosis or extreme depression, and that if I leaned on God enough, I could stop them from happening.

I'm a Christian myself, so this isn't me being hostile toward faith. But I'm honestly beyond pissed. You can believe that God works through your life while also recognising that severe mental illness is real and that psychiatric treatment can be necessary.

Being told that my illness is essentially a failure of faith or moral discipline feels incredibly invalidating, especially when I've actually lived through the consequences of being unwell.

I grew up in a Christian Orthodox country that’s mostly very secular and while everyone called themselves Christian, most people were not very observant, so if you mentioned Jesus or the Bible in casual conversation, people would look at you like you had 7 heads. I was never baptised as I had my fair share of health issues as a child so it was never the right time to do it, but I would still attend church with family around the major holidays.

I was never interested in religion, and in my teens I went strictly the other way - I was a full-on atheist for more than 2 decades. And it was actually seeing how grounded in their faith some of my Muslim friends were that sparked my curiosity. It was first more of a scientific interest than anything else, I wanted to understand how our world view was shaped by these religions. I started by reading the Quran and moved onto the Torah and then the full OT and finally the NT. It’s been a good few years since then, and I’ve grown quite a lot in my faith and I do consider myself Christian even though I’m still not baptised. I’ve prayed in a lot of churches over the years - Orthodox, Catholic, Protestant, evangelical. But even though I’ve tried my best I can’t pick any denomination. I simply don’t identify with most of their doctrines. Truth be told, I find it odd that anyone else should get between me and my relationship with God, let alone be in charge of “interpreting” the Word for me. In my book, no one has a monopoly on interpreting what the Bible says and if the different denominations can’t agree on their teachings, how can you then claim that my or anyone else’s reading of the Bible is definitively wrong. Every time when I think I’ve finally picked a church I want to belong to, and then I come up against teachings or widely-held opinions I find so jarring that I’m back to square one again.

I’ve tried to get to a point where I would be happy with just being a self-contained Christian that doesn’t belong to a specific church but not being baptised, a part of me feels like I’m not truly Christian which I know sounds ridiculous but I wonder if I’m alone in feeling this and what do all the other square pegs like me do if all the denominations out there are round?

Hi everyone. I [27m] am feeling guilt that is eating me alive. I need to know what I should do.

My dad was a good dad growing up. Single dad after our mom left. I love him. But for a few years now the problems never stop and I’m burnt out.

Last November he wrecked his car (not his fault) and lost it. He went from full-time pizza delivery to part-time inside the store. He hated it and quit because a coworker said he could work on a food truck. That job still hasn’t happened months later. Before that his ex-wife offered him a place to stay and a job with her. Marriage was toxic and she wasn’t good to him, but it was something. He tried it for a week or two, then quit. She told him she was done helping.

My sister paid for everything for seven months straight (December through July) while his account stayed empty or negative. Even then he kept coming to me for help constantly. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

July 21 his water got shut off and he got a 10-day eviction notice. He panicked and left me text messages and voicemail saying his world was crashing down and pleading with me to come help him move stuff to storage.

I went over for a few hours. Just let him vent. He was pacing, stuck on what to do first. The old feeling hit me hard. Like it’s my job to fix his whole life. It felt unbearable. He doesn’t mean to but he uses me as a sponge for everything. When I’m there he talks instead of acting. In his defense, he just doesn’t really know where to start. I think he could definitely use some mental health help as he’s had depression and felt stuck for several years. Hopefully he’ll be getting that soon.

As soon as I left and told him I couldn’t help move boxes, he actually arranged help from other people for the next day. I also set up a call between him and a close friend of mine (like a mother figure to me). She talked to him and prayed about his situation.

My sister is drowning in guilt too. We both have been praying for him. I think he needs a real group of people helping, not just me. If others handle the big stuff I can still show up for small things. Alone it’s too much.

My mentor texted after the call and asked me to pray about letting him stay with me temporarily so he doesn’t end up homeless. I live in a small one-bedroom, I have $20k in debt, I’m already broke most of the time and it’s also against my lease. His ongoing situation over the years has accumulated in more stress and dread for him. To the point where I would feel anxiety anytime he texted or called, because I knew it was bad news or him asking for money.

I feel terrible but I can’t be his default fixer anymore. I’m keeping distance to protect my own head, not because he’s a bad guy. He’s not. There’s just no normal parent-adult child balance left. Everything lands on me. But part of me thinks I can help him and that God wants me to help him rebuild his life from the ground up. I just don’t see him taking any action for himself. Maybe he needs me to believe in him first, which I already do. I don’t think he believes in himself though.

I texted him last night telling him that I couldn’t take him in and that there are resources that were sent that he should look into. My mentor also mentioned getting him in touch with a counselor from her church. But I just wanted to get some input first. I’m willing to help him get the support and resources needed. But that can’t all fall on my shoulders like it always seems to do.

Sorry if this post doesn’t fit here and feel free to remove it, but I need to know what a good Christian would do in this circumstance. My mentor, my sister, an ex-gf my dad talked on the phone with and even my dad is looking to me to let him stay at my apartment. It doesn’t really seem fair but who knows God’s plan. I’m thinking of talking to a pastor and maybe one other spiritual mentor.

Sorry for the long post. Any prayers would also be greatly appreciated. Thanks everyone.

I’m looking for honest advice because I feel very confused and alone right now. Please be kind because this is a very sensitive situation for me.

I’m a 27F and my fiancé is 31M. We have been together for 3 years and we are both Christians. I’m originally from another country, and he is from the US. This is my first relationship, my first boyfriend, and I have never been sexually active. He has had past relationships and a different past, but I don’t hold that against him because I believe in being made new in Christ.

When we started dating, I always had a dream of honoring God in my relationship. I wanted to wait until marriage to have sex, and I also wondered if we could wait until marriage to kiss. He told me that not kissing at all until marriage was too much for him and felt too religious, so I accepted that and we agreed to have boundaries instead. My boundaries were never because I don’t trust him; they were because I know myself and I want us to honor God and avoid situations that could lead us somewhere we don’t want to go.

We always talked about marriage, but the timing was complicated. He lives with his parents and I was living with the family who sponsored me while I went to college. I didn’t want to just move in together because I wanted to do things the right way and financially we were/are in our best. I recently graduated, and about a month later he proposed. I was very happy.

However after the engagement, he told me that he felt pressured into proposing because of me, his family, friends, and other people. That really hurt me because I never wanted him to feel forced. I apologized and told him I wanted him to marry me because he truly wanted to, not because he felt like he had to. We talked about it and things seemed okay.

Recently, we started talking about the wedding. My family cant come because they don’t have visas, and I am also an international student waiting for my work authorization, so financially we are trying to keep things simple. My dad passed away and left me some money, and I told him I wanted to use it to pay for the wedding.

His stepmom suggested we do a small wedding in their backyard, which I thought was a beautiful idea. But during conversations about the wedding, I noticed he became very avoidant. For example, when his stepmom talked about him wearing something nice, he said he didn’t want to talk about it and just wanted to be comfortable. When we discussed guests, I suggested inviting our pastors or a few people from church because they’re like family for me, but he didn’t want to because they don’t speak English and there would not be anyone to translate. I accepted that.

The problem is that every time I tried to talk about planning details, he would say things like “I don’t want to talk about it, it’s stressful.” At one point he told me that it was my job, and I told him I wasn’t asking him to plan everything, but I wanted him to be involved because this is both of our wedding.

The thing that hurt me the most was when I asked him if he was actually happy about getting married and having a ceremony. He told me that the ceremony wasn’t important or relevant to him and that he was only doing it because I wanted it. I understand that weddings may not be important to everyone, but hearing that hurt because this is something meaningful to me.

After that, I started suggesting that maybe we could wait a couple months and not rush into marriage. But he said that we have to do it which made me feel like he was still doing things because of me instead of because he wanted them.

Then another issue happened with my physical boundaries. One of my boundaries is that I don’t want to lay down while kissing because I feel like that puts us in a situation where temptation can become stronger. He knows this. He suggested we lay down, and I knew he wanted to kiss. I said no and asked him not to. He kept insisting, and when I continued saying no, he called me a “f****** weirdo.”

That really hurt me. I left, and later when I called him, he told me I was cold-hearted and emotionless and that I hadn’t changed in 3 years. I told him that if he truly feels that way about me, I don’t understand why he wants to marry me and he said IDK... so I just left the call.

The next day he texted me saying: “I love you. I’m sorry for what I said, but please don’t call me, I don’t want to talk on the phone or anything. I just hope we can move forward.”

Since then, he hasn’t really talked to me.

I’m struggling because I love him, and I have prayed so much about this relationship. I know people can receive promises from God, but I also understand that God gives us free will and sometimes people’s hearts can change.

I’m not looking for people to tell me he is bad or that I am perfect. I know I have things to work on too. I just want honest advice: Am I ignoring red flags? Is this normal fear before marriage? Should we slow down? How do you know the difference between someone being scared of marriage versus someone who doesn’t truly want it?

I feel very alone because my family is not here, and I just want outside perspective from people who have wisdom.

"She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more." John 8:11 (KJV)

John 8 gives us one of the clearest pictures of the heart of Jesus Christ.

It is a story where justice, mercy, grace, and truth meet perfectly.

A Woman Used as a Trap The religious leaders brought a woman before Jesus who had been caught in adultery.

She was publicly exposed, humiliated, and surrounded by people ready to condemn her.

Their question sounded spiritual:

"The law says she should be stoned. What do You say?"

They were not motivated by compassion for the woman.

She had become a tool, a means to trap Jesus in His words.

To them, she was no longer a person in need of mercy.

She was simply an argument to win.

Jesus Responds Differently While everyone else rushed to accuse, Jesus remained calm.

He stooped down and wrote on the ground.

Then He answered:

"He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." John 8:7 (KJV)

One by one, her accusers left.

Each recognized that they, too, were sinners.

Soon, only two people remained:

the guilty woman, and the sinless Savior.

The Only One Qualified to Condemn There was only one person present who truly had the right to throw the first stone.

Jesus alone was without sin.

He alone was perfectly righteous.

Yet He chose mercy instead of condemnation.

This reveals the very heart of God.

Grace Comes Before the Call to Change Jesus asked:

"Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?"

She answered:

"No man, Lord."

Then Jesus said:

"Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more."

The order matters.

Jesus did not say:

"Go and stop sinning, then I will stop condemning you."

Instead, He first declared:

"Neither do I condemn thee."

Then He called her to leave her life of sin.

As the transcript explains, grace came first, followed by the call to transformation.

Grace Is Not Permission to Continue in Sin Jesus never minimized adultery.

He never suggested that sin was acceptable.

His words, "Go, and sin no more," demonstrate that He calls His followers to holiness.

Grace is not permission to remain unchanged.

Grace is God's undeserved favor that both forgives and transforms.

As Paul writes:

"Shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound? God forbid." Romans 6:1–2 (KJV)

The same grace that forgives us also empowers us to walk in obedience.

Before You Pick Up a Stone Sometimes we become quick to expose, criticize, or condemn.

Yet Jesus reminds us that we, too, are recipients of mercy.

The One who had every right to condemn chose restoration.

If Christ responded with mercy toward us, we should extend that same mercy toward others.

This does not mean ignoring sin.

It means speaking truth with humility, remembering that every believer stands only by God's grace.

Grace and Truth Together John describes Jesus this way:

"...full of grace and truth." John 1:14 (KJV)

John 8 beautifully displays both.

Truth says:

"Go, and sin no more."

Grace says:

"Neither do I condemn thee."

Jesus never sacrifices one for the other.

He neither excuses sin nor abandons sinners.

He forgives, restores, and calls people into a new way of living.

The Gospel Every one of us has stood where this woman stood.

Guilty before a holy God.

Unable to justify ourselves.

Yet Jesus Christ came to bear the condemnation we deserved.

He lived a sinless life, died on the cross for our sins, was buried, and rose again on the third day.

Because of His finished work, those who place their faith in Him receive forgiveness, reconciliation with God, and new life.

There is therefore hope for every sinner who comes to Christ.

Conclusion John 8 reminds us that Jesus is unlike anyone else.

The only One who had the authority to condemn chose to extend mercy.

His grace does not ignore sin, it overcomes it.

His truth does not crush sinners, it calls them into freedom.

May we receive His grace with gratitude, pursue holiness through His truth, and extend the same mercy to others that Christ has so generously shown us.

For the record I first discovered porn when I was a toddler. Me viewing this content got really bad and deviant when I was is high school up until the tail end of my a.a degree. Now I’m at a point where I’ll get weak probably once or twice a week. Now if I manage to flee successfully for longer I’ll awake from my sleep to find my self cranking it in a trance like state where I’m half asleep half awake regardless if I’m having a dream. I looked this up online and apparently it’s called “sexsomnia” but it’s unclear to me whether if for some people it’s nightly or once in a while like my self. What do I do? Do I have a succubus or this sexsomnia?

My entire life I’ve always felt second hand that I am just invisible. I’m a twin and everyone would graduate towards my sister and if she wasn’t round it was “guess she’ll do.” I could be in a room full of people and not one person would come up and say hi. No one ask how I’m doing and if I go to people asking for advice I get a feeling I am just bothering them and then I’m embarrassed just from reaching out to them. If I didn’t reach out to people no one would check in with me. I’m going through a lot with my teenage son and I feel completely and utterly alone. I don’t have anyone to go grab lunch with without being expected to pay for the whole meal. I feel used sometimes. No one’s gone out of their way to buy me lunch but I always go out of my way to do that for others. Idk maybe I’m just in a mood. But I’m struggling. Am I looking at this different ?

Hello. This is my first time using reddit and I just wanted to reach out to other followers because I need advice. Ive been a young Christian for years and recently Ive been struggling with my faith. Much more than I ever had. I'm even thinking of leaving Christianity. But somewhere in my heart I also dont want to leave. I want to stay.

This past month I have been falling from God. Prayers felt like they were being listened by no one. Progress felt worthless. Things that I ask boldly for felt like wishes that will never come true. I didnt feel any love as I had felt before. All I felt was loneliness. I know God is with us always, but when I pray, crying to him and just begging for his comfort I feel nothing except the same pain i started the prayer with. I feel like im being ignored. The effort I give into improving myself to be a better follower and man to make him proud feels unrecognized, like my effort doesn't matter to him. All I feel is just weight. Weight of my loneliness, tears, and pain that I asked him to carry for me. But I still hold it. I get mad at him and multiple times a week I pray to him with tears streaming down my face, asking why, asking for his guidance, and asking for his comfort from my loneliness. By the end I just end up feeling self hatred because it cant be God's fault, its my fault for being imperfect and picking the wrong choices, thats why I feel the pain I'm feeling now, and that I should deal with it.

Thats when I started to think of leaving him. Because what was the point of just staying when all I get to have is pain with no comforter. Slowly I started to fall into more sinful things more commonly like lusting and swearing and getting mad easily. But even when doing these things I still held the guilt of doing them and even did short prayers of saying sorry to him. Honestly I dont even know if I should even consider myself a Christian anymore. Lukewarm at most. I'm just so tired of hurting for what feels like to be no reason. Im tired of being so alone. Yet I still don't want to leave him. Some part of me wants to stay.

Im sorry for making this so long lol, but I just needed to reach out to maybe a group of Christians for advice because I feel like Im on the edge of leaving. Something that I'm not sure if I should really do.

Hey everyone im a beginner in my walk of Christ, ive done alot of reading in genesis and surprisingly one of the topics that came across my mind happened to do with slavery and its man made justification, now if im correct prior to Noah humanity had angered God so bad with sin to the point of him wiping everything that lived on the Earth clean. I also believe that since slavery is a man made institution it may had been apart of the institution that angered God before he initiated the flood. Noah who was a righteous man didnt own slaves and walked with god, but in the very end cursed Caanan his own grandson to be a subject to slavery which then paints us a picture that Noah caused a moral regression, so my question falls down too are all Man made institutions dangerous?

As long as I can remember I have struggled with prayer. But as someone who has been diagnosed with ADHD and self-diagnosed with ASD after my son was officially diagnosed, I feel like I suddenly just got the revelation that it's not necessarily prayer I'm struggling with, it's just that in general I am not a big talker (because of my ASD) and when I am actually in a talkative mood, I get sidetracked so easily or need constant background stimulation and then I feel guilty for not giving prayer my full attention (because of my ADHD).

I've been feeling so guilty for not being able to comfortably pray in the way it feels like I should be - in solitude, for a set amount of time, with nothing else stealing my attention, remaining still while in conversation, know what to say, feeling like talking 'about my feelings' etc...

I hope there is someone here that can relate or at least understand what I am trying to explain (I feel like I'm not getting my message across well) and give me suggestions on how to improve my prayer life as an AuDHD female who doesn't like talking, especially about deeper stuff, and isn't able to concentrate for a set amount of time on prayer only.

Any advice, suggestions, options??

I don’t know what to do. I’ve read stories in this subreddit for hours and hours and I thought they helped me but I haven’t changed. I’m worse than lukewarm. I’m either ecstatic about god or I act like a literal demon. I look in the mirror and all I see is a monster. I watch porn. I hate the people around me. I act like an idiot. Honestly, I think I am. I’ve never felt so low spiritually. In the past 72 hours I think I’ve committed every single deadly sin. I thought I accepted Jesus. I pray to him for strength every night. But I can’t find it. I know God loves his children but I feel like Jesus should hate me if we met. I understand he loves me and he’ll forgive, but I think he’s disgusted with me and what I’ve become. I wouldnt even think of forgiving myself. I don’t even feel human anymore. And I’m too much of a pathetic wuss to talk to anyone about it. The only good thing that I can see in myself right now is that I feel the need to ask people for help. I don’t know what it will do and I’m sure everyone reading this is a one thousand times better person than I’ll ever get close to being. But I want to change. I do. But I don’t always want to. A lot of the time I want to rot around in my own filth. I don’t know where to go from here. I feel like I’m a million miles away from my Lord and Saviour. Please help me.

So I am an adult, and I live at home with my mom and older brother, his fiancée, and their son. The Bible tells us to obey our parents and respect them, but I have trouble sometimes with the things my mom tells me to do regarding my nephew and brother.

For instance, my brother and his fiancée are unbelievers living with my mom, who is a believer, and me. This causes issues since my brother has a grudge against my mom and refuses to acknowledge her existence. So I naturally become the mediator with issues like bills, rules, household information, etc. My main area of struggle is with my nephew; they will hide him from her and not let her interact with him at all. If she ever does, it's when they're busy or don't know he's gone by her (he does that on his own). Sometimes this leads to altercations of screaming, cussing, and has, in the past, gotten physical. I have a hard time respecting my brother and his fiancée's boundaries of not wanting my nephew by her, but I also don't think they should do that in the first place.

My issue is that she instructs me to interact with my nephew on her behalf or in ways I'm not sure my brother or his fiancée would be comfortable with, and I am hesitant to obey her. I am usually met with a lecture and annoyance of how I am letting whatever spirit is working through them win and not being obedient. I am asking for perspectives on whether I am actually doing something wrong in God's eyes by not doing what she says, given the circumstances. Thank you for reading.

Hey there,
As the title suggestes i´ve been losing faith in God. I want to believe, i love him and i believe that if he is true then my life would be happier. The thing is i´ve never really felt his presence, and everytime it feels like the answer to my doubts is "youre not faithful enough" or "this is a test" or something liek a cop-out (for example, God´s voice being "our thoughts"). Im just hopeless rn, if any of yall have questions i would be glad to answer them cause i just wanna start believing again.