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Please pray that I'll overcome the habit of overthinking, needing things to be perfect, and my anxiety relating to overthinking.

Please pray that God will show me how to let go and how to beat this for good.

Overthinking is ruining my life. My life can stay the same without overthinking and it will be better.

I tend to have a short memory at times despite NOT having alzheimers or anything like that.

I tend to be underconfident at work as well.

With these things together as well as making blunders in the heat of the moment, I tend to do poorly at work at times.

I worry about my shifts in the hours leading up to work.

I know that I shouldn't be hard on myself, but I know that I can do better.

Could you please pray that God will help me perform consistently well at work from now on so that I don't focus on the things I worry about?

I have asked God to work through me by His Spirit's power. But I feel like I need to ask for extra prayer because the anxiety is worrying me.

I see so many people asking if God will forgive them or still love them after they sin. I to have sinned, and still sin to this day despite my efforts not to. I have struggled with sexual sin in the form of masterbation through lust since I was 14, I am now 38. When I was a teen I did not know it was a sin and thus did it as often as I liked which in turn made it much harder on me in my adult life when I learned it was, via lust.

I'm posting this as a woe is me story but as a testamony for my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. I know I sin and I hate that I do. I have cut many things from my life and activly try to avoid things I know would trigger old desires. That being said, I never felt once that God was to far away from me because of this. I know He doesn't want me to sin, and I genuienly do not want to do it. I trust in His power and love to see me through this ordeal and know that His love and reach is never to far for me.

This is not a message to say it's ok to keep sinning, because it's not. It's a message of hope for those who are struggeling with sin.

Let us pray for strength of spirit from God to overcome the urges of the flesh and the desire to do His will over our own.

Last post I made was about how my Church made me feel like an outcast. Let's see if the same thing happens again. Hopefully not. Wish me luck.

Anytime I am there i just get stares and odd forms of hostility which seems very strange being it is a place where someone should be welcomed. I am not asking for attention or to be treated like a prince either. People there are just strange sometimes.

I am not a member of a Masonic lodge or the like, and nor am I intending to explore doing so, but I have heard different views on whether being a Mason is compatible with being a Christian.

I have been pondering the question because of a particular musician whose work I have always liked, including one particular album dedicated to his Christian faith. I was a little surprised later to hear that he was also a Mason and, as I understand it, he was later subjected to criticism from Christians as well as Masons.

Any views here that members are open to expressing and discussing?

THE LOW PLACE On Serving God Where No One Is Watching

For the men who hold a pulpit in their chest and a broom in their hands.

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PREFACE

I want to be honest with you before you read a word of this. I wrote it because I needed it. There is a kind of man who carries a burden for souls and yet spends his days in work that no one sees. He empties the trash. He fixes the leak. He pushes the cart down the long hall after the children have gone home. And somewhere under the noise of the floor buffer he wonders if God meant for him to do something larger.

I am that man, or near enough to him that the difference does not matter. So I will not write to you from a height. I will write to you from the same low place where you are standing, and I will tell you what I have found there, which is that the low place is not a waiting room for a better calling. It is the calling. It is the very ground God chose for you to meet Him on.

This is a short and plain word. I have tried to write the way an old Puritan would speak to a friend across a kitchen table, slow and weighty and without ornament. I have leaned on Scripture because Scripture is the only thing that can carry the weight I am asking it to carry. Every verse is from the English Standard Version, quoted exactly, because the word of God deserves to be handled with care.

Read it slowly. Do not rush to the comfort. The comfort is real, but it comes after the searching, and the searching is where God does His best work.

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ONE. THE ACHE YOU CARRY

There is an ache in the man who serves God in a small place. He does not always name it, but he feels it. It rises up on the long afternoons when the work is dull and the building is empty. It rises up when he hears another man preach and thinks, I could carry that word too, if only someone had given me the chance. It rises up when he looks at his hands and sees calluses where he once imagined a Bible would sit.

I know this ache because I have lived inside it. I came to Christ late, after thirty-five years of running, and when the Lord laid hold of me He laid hold of all of me at once. The hunger came on like a flood. I wanted to study, to teach, to pour out what had been poured into me. And then I went to work the next morning and pushed a mop down a middle school hallway, and the distance between the flood inside me and the floor under me felt like a wound.

Maybe you feel it differently. Maybe you stock shelves, or drive a route, or sit in a cubicle entering numbers that no one will ever thank you for. The shape of the work changes from man to man. The ache is the same. It is the sense that there is more in you than your day will hold, and that God has somehow placed you below the level of your own desire.

I want to be careful here, because this ache is not a simple thing. Part of it is holy. The Spirit of God stirs a man to love what is good and to long to spend himself on it, and that longing is not sin. But part of it is not holy at all. Part of it is the old pride that wants to be seen, that measures a life by its platform, that cannot rest in a hidden work because hidden work does not feed the hunger to be known.

The trouble is that these two run together so closely that a man cannot always tell them apart. The same heart that longs to serve Christ also longs to be admired for serving Him, and the second longing dresses itself in the clothes of the first. This is why the ache must be searched before it can be soothed. If you reach for comfort before you reach for honesty, you will only end up flattering the very pride that is making you miserable.

So let us begin there. Not with a promise that God will lift you out of the low place, but with a harder and better question. What if the low place is exactly where He means to do the deepest work He has ever done in you?

Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!

Psalm 139:23-24

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TWO. THE ROOT BENEATH THE ACHE

When a man is discontent with his lot, he almost always blames the lot. He thinks the problem is the work, or the wage, or the place. If only the circumstance would change, he tells himself, the discontent would lift. But this is rarely true. A man who is restless in a low place will usually be restless in a high one, because the restlessness was never about the place. It was about the heart that carried him into it.

The Puritans understood this with a clarity we have mostly lost. Thomas Watson wrote a whole treatise on the rare jewel of Christian contentment, and Jeremiah Burroughs another, and both of them said the same thing. Contentment is not a change in your circumstances. It is a change in you. It is learned, not given, and it is learned in the school of the low place, where God strips a man of the props he leaned on and teaches him to lean on Christ alone.

Consider what the apostle Paul says, writing from a prison cell with chains on his wrists.

Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

Philippians 4:11-13

Notice that he calls it something he learned. He was not born content. He did not become content the moment he was converted. He learned it over years, in hunger and in plenty, in prison and in freedom, and the learning was slow and costly. If the greatest missionary the church has ever known had to be schooled in contentment, you and I should not be surprised that we are still in the lower grades.

The root beneath the ache runs down to this. We believe, somewhere down in the cellar of the heart, that our worth is measured by our station. We think a man who teaches is worth more than a man who sweeps. We think a name that is known is a life that matters, and a name that is hidden is a life half wasted. And as long as we believe that lie, no station will ever satisfy us, because there is always a higher one, and the man on the top step is still looking up.

The gospel takes an axe to that root. It tells you that your worth was never in your station at all. It was bought with blood, fixed in heaven, and sealed by the Spirit before you ever lifted a finger to work. A man whose worth rests in Christ can sweep a floor for the glory of God and lose nothing, because there was never anything to lose. His name is written where moth and rust cannot reach it.

But the heart does not learn this in a day. It must be searched, and the searching hurts, because it uncovers how much of our religion has been about us all along.

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THREE. THE GOD WHO WORKS IN HIDDEN PLACES

If you want to understand the low place, you must understand the God who fills it. And the strange and wonderful truth of Scripture is that our God has always done His greatest work where no one was watching.

Think of where He kept His own Son for thirty years. The Word who made the worlds, the eternal second person of the blessed Trinity, spent the overwhelming weight of His earthly life in a carpenter's shop in a town so small and so despised that men asked whether anything good could come out of it. Thirty years of hidden labor. Thirty years of sawdust and sweat and ordinary obedience. And then three years of public ministry. The proportion alone should silence us. Our Lord spent ten times as long in the hidden place as in the seen one.

Think of Moses, who spent forty years on the back side of a desert keeping another man's sheep before God ever spoke to him from the bush. Think of David, anointed king as a boy and then sent right back to the sheepfold, learning faithfulness in obscurity for years before he ever sat on a throne. Think of the long silent years of preparation that God seems to require before He trusts a man with anything large.

There is a pattern here, and it is not an accident. God hides His servants before He uses them, and very often He keeps on hiding them even while He uses them. The work that matters most to Him is rarely the work that draws a crowd. He is building something in the dark that the light would only spoil.

This is a comfort, but it is a bracing one. It means your hidden years are not wasted years. The God who spent three decades preparing His own Son in obscurity is not careless with your obscurity. He is doing something in you on the long afternoons that He could not do any other way. But it also means you must give up the idea that the hidden place is a delay before the real work begins. For most of God's servants, the hidden place was the real work, and the seen part, when it came at all, was small by comparison.

I take great comfort in this as a man who works with his hands in an empty building. The Lord I serve knows the smell of a workshop. He knows what it is to spend years doing faithful, unremarkable labor that no record was kept of. When I push my cart down the hall, I am not far from Him. I am walking the very road He walked for thirty years.

Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us? And they took offense at him.

Mark 6:3

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FOUR. ALL WORK AS WORSHIP

We have inherited a quiet heresy in the church, and most of us hold it without ever saying it aloud. It is the belief that there is sacred work and there is secular work, and that the sacred work, the preaching and the missions and the visible ministry, is the real service of God, while the rest is just how we pay the bills until we can get to the real thing.

The Reformers fought hard against this very lie. Before the Reformation, men spoke of the religious life as something only monks and priests could enter, and the farmer and the cobbler were thought to live a lower kind of existence, tolerated by God but not truly dedicated to Him. The recovery of the gospel brought with it the recovery of vocation, the great truth that every honest calling is a station appointed by God, and that a Christian milkmaid milking her cow to the glory of God does a work as truly holy as the preacher in his pulpit.

This was not a clever idea the Reformers invented. They found it in the text. Listen to how the apostle speaks to slaves, the lowest workers in the whole Roman world, men and women whose labor was owned by another and counted for nothing.

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.

Colossians 3:23-24

Sit with that and let it land. The work you do, the unglamorous repeated work of your ordinary day, is to be done as for the Lord and not for men. And the Lord Himself, not your supervisor and not the people who never thank you, is the one who keeps the account and pays the wage. There is an inheritance attached to the way you mop a floor.

This changes everything about the low place. If your work is worship, then the man scrubbing a toilet for the glory of God is not doing a lesser thing than the man behind a microphone. He is doing the same thing, offering himself to God through the work of his hands, and the God who sees in secret is watching both with equal pleasure. The only question that matters is not how visible the work is, but for whom it is done.

I have learned to preach sermons to no congregation, in empty rooms, with a rag in my hand. I have learned that the floor I clean is an altar if I give it to God. This is not a way of making peace with a disappointing life. It is the truth about all of life, and the man who sees it is set free from the tyranny of being seen.

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FIVE. THE PULPIT YOU ALREADY HAVE

Something I had to learn slowly surprised me when it came. The man who longs to teach and is given no platform usually already stands on the only platform that matters. He simply has not recognized it yet.

You think you have no pulpit because you have no church that has called you to one. But you are watched all day by people who would never sit under a sermon. The man at the next station sees how you carry a bad morning. The student in the hallway sees whether you have a kind word or a cold one. Your wife and your children see, more clearly than anyone on earth, whether the faith you profess on Sunday is the same faith that governs you on Tuesday. There is no preacher alive with a congregation as attentive as the one watching you in your ordinary day, because they are not listening to your words. They are reading your life.

This is the harder pulpit and the truer one. A man can preach a fine sermon and go home and be a tyrant, and the sermon will not save him. But a man who is gentle to a frightened child in an empty hallway, who does his work without complaint, who answers an insult with patience, preaches a sermon with his body that no one can argue with. The apostle Peter said that even wives could win husbands without a word, by conduct alone, and what is true there is true everywhere. The watching world is more moved by a holy life than by a clever argument.

I think often of the people God has set in my path precisely because I am where I am. The student in crisis who would never walk into a church found a believer in the one place she did not expect one, in the custodian who happened to be there. If I had the platform I once wanted, I would not have been in that hallway. The very lowness of the place put me exactly where a soul needed me.

So stop waiting for a pulpit. You have one. It is your life, lived out in front of people who are watching whether you know it or not. Preach with it. Let the word you cannot speak from a stage be spoken in the way you bear your burden, the way you treat the least person in the room, the way you keep your temper when you have every excuse to lose it. That sermon will be heard.

And if God should ever give you the other kind of pulpit, the visible one, you will be ready for it only because you were faithful in this one first. He does not give the platform to the man who despises the floor. He gives it to the man who learned to glorify Him on the floor and would have been content to stay there forever.

Keep your conduct among the Gentiles honorable, so that when they speak against you as evildoers, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day of visitation.

1 Peter 2:12

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SIX. WHEN THE HEART STILL REBELS

I would be lying to you if I ended the matter there, as though seeing the truth were the same as living it. You can know that your work is worship and still resent it on Thursday. You can believe that God hides His servants and still burn with envy when another man is lifted up. The mind can be convinced while the heart goes right on rebelling, and any honest man knows the distance between the two.

So what do we do when the heart still rebels? When the contentment we preach to ourselves will not hold, and the old ache comes roaring back, and we find ourselves angry at God for the smallness of our portion?

First, we confess it plainly. We do not pretend the rebellion is not there. The Psalms are full of men telling God exactly how the discontent feels, holding nothing back, and God did not strike them down for it. He recorded their words in His book. Asaph nearly lost his footing entirely, watching the wicked prosper while he kept his heart clean for nothing, as it seemed to him. He says so without flinching.

And then notice the turn. Asaph does not reason his way out of the bitterness. He goes into the presence of God, into the sanctuary, and there everything looks different. The thing that cured him was not a better argument. It was a clearer sight of God. When he stopped staring at his own portion and started looking at the Lord, the envy died of its own accord, because it could not survive the presence of the One who was his true portion all along.

Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Psalm 73:25-26

This is the pattern for us. When the heart rebels, we do not argue with it in the dark. We carry it into the presence of God. We open the word, we bend the knee, we get ourselves into the place where God is, and we let the sight of Him do what no self talk can do. The discontent is not reasoned away. It is burned away by a better glory.

And the great mercy runs underneath it all. The very fact that you fight this battle is a sign of life. The dead do not war against their own pride. A corpse feels no shame at its discontent. If you grieve over the rebellion in your heart, the grief itself is the Spirit of God within you, refusing to let you rest in what is beneath your calling in Christ. Do not despair over the war. The war is the evidence that you are His.

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SEVEN. THE PORTION THAT CANNOT BE TAKEN

Everything I have said comes down to one word, and that word is portion. Asaph found it. The Levites built their whole lives on it. When the land of Canaan was divided among the tribes, every tribe received a piece of ground except one. The tribe of Levi was given no inheritance, no fields, no territory of its own. Instead the Lord said to them that He Himself would be their portion. They got God instead of ground.

Sit with that for a moment, because it is the whole secret of the low place. The man who has God for his portion has lost the ability to be impoverished. You may take his platform, his recognition, his title, his comfort, every visible good thing, and you will not have touched his true wealth, because his true wealth is the living God, and no man can take that from him. He is rich in the only currency that survives the grave.

This is why a man can be content in a low place. He rests there because he possesses a treasure that the height and the depth of his circumstances cannot reach. The world cannot understand this. The world measures a man by what he has and what he is seen to be. But the man whose portion is God looks at the whole ledger of earthly station and finds that it has become strangely small, because he is holding something next to which a kingdom is a trifle.

Late as I came to Him, He is my portion. That is the thing I cannot get over. A man who wasted thirty-five years, who came stumbling in at the back of the day, was given the same Christ, the same Spirit, the same inheritance as the man who walked with God from his mother's knee. There is no second class in the kingdom. The God who is the portion of the apostle is the portion of the custodian, full and entire, withholding nothing.

So I will tell you what I tell myself on the long afternoons. You have not been given a small life. You have been given God, and a life with God in it is never small, whatever the world makes of the room you stand in. The floor under your feet is holy ground if you are standing on it with Him.

Hold fast to your portion. The low place cannot rob you. It can only press you nearer to the One who has been your treasure all along, and that pressing, painful as it is, is the kindest thing He could do for you. He is not keeping you from a better life. He is keeping you for Himself.

"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."

Lamentations 3:24

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BENEDICTION

I have written all this to you, my brothers and sisters, but I have preached it to myself the whole way through, because I need it as much as any man who will ever read it. The low place is not behind me. I will go to work on Monday and push the same cart down the same hall, and the ache will likely rise again on some long afternoon, and I will have to carry my rebel heart back into the presence of God one more time and let the sight of Him do its work.

But I go back to that hall as a man with a portion. I go back knowing that the God who hid His own Son in a workshop for thirty years is not careless with my hidden years. I go back knowing that the floor is an altar and the watching faces a congregation. And the wage for my labor is not a sum I have earned and stored against my own account. It is an inheritance kept for me in Christ, given to a son and not paid to a hired man, secured by His work and not by mine.

There is a day coming when I will stand before the only one whose opinion will matter, and I will not stand there hoping my floors were clean enough. I will stand there clothed in Christ, accepted in Him before a single work of mine is weighed, so that whatever reward His grace is pleased to give will be grace heaped upon grace and no part of it a debt He owed me. The man whose standing rests there can work hard all his days and fear nothing on the last one, because the verdict was settled at the cross long before the labor began.

May the Lord give you the same sight. May He search your heart until the pride is uncovered, steady you in the place where He has set you, and lift your eyes from your portion of ground to your portion in Him. And when He has done that work in you, may He send you to the next man in the next low place with the same word, that he too may learn the secret you have learned.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit.

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🧭 THEME 🧭

Assurance of Salvation

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📖 VERSE 📖

"I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life."

1 John 5:13

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📘 STORY 📘

In the hill country of Judea lived a man named Mattan. He had believed the message of Christ after hearing travelling disciples speak of the resurrection. For many years he walked faithfully, helping the poor, praying with other believers, and sharing what little he possessed with those in need.

Yet as the years passed, hardship settled heavily upon him. A season of poor harvests left his family struggling. Illness visited his household. Friends he once trusted turned away from the faith, while others questioned whether God truly cared for those who followed Him. Their words lodged like thorns within his heart.

Many nights Mattan lay awake listening to the wind pass through the olive trees outside his home. He remembered his failures, his weaknesses, and the many times he had fallen short. Doubt whispered that perhaps he did not belong to God after all. Perhaps his faith had never been enough.

One evening an elder visited the village carrying copies of letters that had been circulating among the assemblies. As the believers gathered by lamplight, the elder read words written by the Apostle John. Mattan listened carefully as assurance poured from every sentence.

When the gathering ended, he walked home beneath a sky filled with stars. His circumstances remained unchanged. The harvest was still poor. The struggles still existed. Yet something within him had become settled. His confidence rested no longer upon his own strength, but upon the faithfulness of God who had promised eternal life to those who believe in His Son.

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📚 STORY LESSONS 📚

Doubt often grows during seasons of hardship. When life becomes difficult, many believers begin examining themselves more closely. Instead of looking toward God's promises, they focus upon their imperfections and shortcomings. Fear begins speaking louder than faith.

Mattan's problem was not a lack of belief in Christ. His problem was that he had begun measuring his standing before God by his circumstances and emotions. Hardship clouded his vision until he could no longer see the certainty of God's promise.

The Apostle John's words direct believers away from uncertainty and back toward assurance. Eternal life is not founded upon the perfection of our performance. It rests upon the reliability of the One who made the promise. The believer's confidence is found in Christ Himself.

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🎵 POEM 🎵

The storm may shake the weary soul,
And darkened clouds may seem to roll.
Yet Christ remains both firm and true,
His faithful hand still carries you.

When doubt arises in the night,
And fear attempts to hide the light.
Remember what the Lord has said,
His promises remain ahead.

The heart may tremble, weak with care,
Yet God is present even there.
His love is not a passing flame,
For yesterday and now the same.

Though trials press on every side,
Within His grace we still abide.
The child of God need not despair,
For everlasting life is there.

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🌿 MEDITATION 🌿

Many believers quietly carry a fear they rarely speak aloud. They wonder whether they truly belong to God. They remember failures they cannot forget, weaknesses they cannot conquer, and moments when their faith felt small. Yet this verse was written precisely for such hearts. John does not say that believers may guess they have eternal life. He says they may know.

Our assurance does not come from flawless obedience, perfect understanding, or unbroken confidence. It comes from Christ. The same Saviour who died for sinners remains faithful toward those who trust Him. When doubt knocks upon the door of your heart, answer it not with your feelings, but with God's promise. If your faith rests in Christ, your hope rests in One who never fails.

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🪞 QUESTIONS FOR THE SPIRIT 🪞

🪞 Am I measuring my relationship with God by His promises or by my emotions?

🪞 Have difficult circumstances caused me to question what God has already declared?

🪞 Do I spend more time focusing on my failures than on Christ's faithfulness?

🪞 What fears continue to challenge my confidence in God's salvation?

🪞 How would my life change if I fully trusted God's promise of eternal life?

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❤️ CHALLENGE YOUR HEART ❤️

Write down one doubt you carry concerning your relationship with God. Then place beside it the promise found in this verse. Whenever that doubt returns, answer it by reading God's promise aloud and reminding yourself that your assurance rests in Christ rather than in your feelings.

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🗝️ KEY NOTES 🗝️

🗝️ Hardship often becomes a breeding ground for doubt.

🗝️ Feelings change, but God's promises remain constant.

🗝️ Assurance is rooted in Christ, not personal perfection.

🗝️ Believers are invited to know they have eternal life.

🗝️ God's faithfulness is stronger than human uncertainty.

🗝️ Confidence grows when we trust His promises above our fears.

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🙏 PRAYER 🙏

Heavenly Father,

Thank You for giving assurance through Your Son. When doubt enters my mind and fear troubles my heart, help me to remember what You have promised. Teach me to trust Your faithfulness more than my feelings and Your truth more than my circumstances.

Strengthen my confidence in Christ. Help me rest in the certainty of Your love and the hope of eternal life. When I am weak, remind me that my salvation is held securely in Your hands and not in my own strength.

Amen.

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💭 Final Thought 💭

Go forward in peace, remembering that the foundation of your salvation is not the strength of your grip upon God, but the strength of His grip upon you. Walk in confidence, for the One who promised eternal life is faithful.

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Asking because i went back to listening to vaporwave. Am i wrong in this?

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When Forgiveness Doesn't Come

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📖 VERSE 📖

"As far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone."

Romans 12:18

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📘 STORY 📘

Zechar sat alone beneath an olive tree on the edge of the village. The evening sun painted the hills of Judea with gold, yet there was no peace within him.

Months earlier, harsh words spoken in anger had shattered a friendship that had endured since childhood. In a moment of pride, he had wounded a man who had trusted him like a brother.

When conviction settled upon his heart, Zechar travelled the dusty road to seek reconciliation. He stood before his friend, his eyes lowered and his voice trembling.

He admitted every wrong without excuse and asked for forgiveness. Yet the answer he received was colder than the winter winds that swept down from the mountains.

Days became weeks, and weeks became months. More than once he returned to the door. More than once he sought peace.

Each attempt was met with silence, suspicion, or rejection. The burden of his failure remained, and he wondered whether repentance mattered if forgiveness would never be given.

One evening, an elderly shepherd noticed the sorrow upon Zecha's face. Sitting beside him, he listened quietly.

When the story was finished, the shepherd pointed toward a flock grazing peacefully nearby.

"A shepherd cannot force a wandering sheep to return," he said. "He can call, he can search, and he can open his arms. The rest belongs to the sheep."

Zechar watched the flock in silence. For the first time he understood that repentance and reconciliation were not the same thing.

One belonged to his obedience before God. The other depended upon another heart. As darkness settled over the hills, he finally released what he could not control and entrusted it to the Lord.

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📚 STORY LESSONS 📚

Many people carry wounds caused by their own past mistakes. When God reveals those failures, the natural response is to seek forgiveness from those we have hurt. This is right, noble, and often necessary. Yet the outcome is not always what we hope for.

True repentance is measured by sincerity, humility, and a willingness to make things right. It is not measured by whether another person chooses to forgive. Their decision belongs to them, just as our repentance belongs to us.

One of the hardest spiritual lessons is accepting the limits of our control. We can confess. We can apologise. We can change our behaviour. We can seek peace. Yet we cannot command another person's heart to heal or trust again.

The freedom comes when we place the unresolved situation into God's hands. We remain responsible for our actions, but we are not responsible for controlling another person's response. There is peace in knowing we have done what love required of us.

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🎵 POEM 🎵

I carried my sorrow through valley and glade,
And longed for the friendship my pride betrayed.
The road stretched through dust and pain,
Yet mercy from others did not come again.

I opened my hands where resentment had grown,
And stood before wounds that I could not atone.
The silence around me felt heavy and deep,
Like shadows gatherd when daylight must sleep.

Yet God saw the tears that no neighbour could see, And heard every prayer rising softly from me.
Though doors still closed & old trust stayed apart. His grace still brought healing & rest to my heart.

The burden grew lighter when placed in His care, Some things are mended with patience and prayer. What others withhold cannot hinder God's voice, Peace remains for the soul that trusts & rejoices.

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🌿 MEDITATION 🌿

One of the deepest pains a believer can experience is genuine repentance without reconciliation. We imagine that if we humble ourselves, confess our wrongs, and seek forgiveness, everything will be restored. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it is not.

God never asks us to control another person's heart. He asks us to surrender our own. If you have honestly repented, sought peace, and done what love required, then release the outcome into His hands.

The person you hurt may need time, may never forgive, or may carry wounds you cannot heal. Their response belongs to them. Your obedience belongs to God.

Peace begins when we stop carrying responsibilities that were never ours to bear.

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🪞 QUESTIONS FOR THE SPIRIT 🪞

🪞 Have I genuinely accepted responsibility for the wrong I committed?

🪞 Am I seeking forgiveness out of love, or merely to relieve my own guilt?

🪞 Have I done everything reasonably possible to make peace?

🪞 Am I trying to control another person's response instead of surrendering it to God?

🪞 Can I trust God with an unresolved relationship?

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❤️ CHALLENGE YOUR HEART ❤️

Write a sincere letter of forgiveness, apology, or reconciliation to the person who was hurt, even if you never send it.

Speak honestly, take responsibility without excuses, and then burn the letter somewhere private as a symbolic act of releasing the outcome into God's hands.

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🗝️ KEY NOTES 🗝️

🗝️ Repentance and reconciliation are not the same thing.

🗝️ We are responsible for our actions, not another person's response.

🗝️ Genuine apology may not always be accepted.

🗝️ Peace comes from obedience to God, not control of outcomes.

🗝️ God can heal wounds that human relationships cannot fully restore.

🗝️ Unresolved situations can still be surrendered to His care.

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🙏 PRAYER 🙏

Heavenly Father,

I bring before You the pain of broken relationships and the weight of mistakes I cannot undo. You know the regret that lingers in my heart and the desire to make right what was wrong.

Give me humility where humility is needed, honesty where honesty is required, and courage to face the consequences of my actions.

Teach me to accept what I cannot control. If forgiveness is withheld, help me not to become bitter or hopeless.

Let me rest in the knowledge that You see my repentance, know my heart, and understand every circumstance. Help me leave the outcome in Your hands and walk forward in peace.

Thank You for Your mercy, Your patience, and Your unfailing grace.

Amen.

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💭 Final Thought 💭

Go forward with a humble heart. Seek peace where peace can be found, and where it cannot, trust the Lord to carry what your hands were never meant to hold.

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Not necessarily your favorite verse, but the one God used to sustain you when life became difficult. For me, I find myself returning often to Isaiah 41:10:

"Fear not, for I am with you."

There have been seasons where I didn't know what the outcome would be, but that reminder of God's presence brought peace. I'd love to hear yours and why it was meaningful.

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Running to God in Prayer

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📖 VERSE 📖

"I called to the Lord in my distress, and He answered me."

Jonah 2:2

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📘 STORY 📘

In the days when Rome ruled Judea, a fisherman named Abner lived near the shores of the Sea of Galilee. He was known for his strength and skill upon the water, yet pride had quietly taken root within his heart.

Though he spoke often of God, his prayers had become few, and his confidence rested more in his own hands than in the Lord.

One evening, dark clouds gathered over the lake. The wind rose swiftly, and the waters churned against his small vessel. Abner fought the storm with all his strength.

He pulled at the oars until his hands bled and shouted against the wind as though determination alone could save him.

As the waves crashed over the sides of the boat, fear gripped him. For the first time in many months, he realised how small he truly was. His strength was failing.

The shore had vanished into darkness. The storm cared nothing for his pride, his experience, or his plans.

With trembling lips he fell to his knees within the vessel and cried out to the Lord. No grand speech escaped his mouth.

No eloquent words were spoken. Only a desperate plea from a frightened man who had finally reached the end of himself.

The storm did not vanish immediately, but peace entered where fear had lived. Abner rowed through the darkness with renewed courage.

When dawn broke and the shoreline appeared before him, he stepped onto dry land understanding something he had forgotten. God had always been near. It was Abner who had wandered.

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📚 STORY LESSONS 📚

Many people pray most earnestly when life becomes difficult. While there is nothing wrong with crying out to God in distress, hardship often reveals a deeper truth. We may discover that we have slowly drifted into self-reliance, trusting our own wisdom, strength, or plans more than the Lord.

Abner's storm did not create his need for God. It revealed it. The danger stripped away the illusion of control and exposed the condition of his heart. Sometimes God uses trials to remind us of truths we already know but have neglected to live.

Jonah experienced something similar. It was from the depths of his distress that he cried out to the Lord. The lesson is not that suffering is good, but that God hears those who call upon Him, even when they have wandered far from Him.

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🎵 POEM 🎵

I fled along my chosen way,
Ignoring what the Lord would say.
Yet when the darkness closed me in,
He heard my cry above the din.

The storm arose upon the sea,
Its mighty waves surrounding me.
My strength was broken by the tide,
Yet God remained there by my side.

No depth can hide a seeking heart,
Nor keep the Lord and soul apart.
His mercy reaches through the night,
And leads the wanderer to light.

The prayer breathed from a weary soul,
Can make the wounded spirit whole.
For those who call upon His name,
Will find His love remains the same.

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🌿 MEDITATION 🌿

One of the greatest deceptions of the human heart is the belief that we can manage life without God. We may still believe in Him. We may still attend church. We may still speak His name.

Yet prayer slowly fades because dependence has faded. Prayer is not merely communication with God; it is an acknowledgement that we need Him.

Jonah did not pray from comfort.

He prayed from the depths. Yet the miracle is not that Jonah reached God. The miracle is that God was already there, listening.

No distance, failure, rebellion, or hardship can place a sincere cry beyond His hearing. The path back to God has always begun with prayer.

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🪞 QUESTIONS FOR THE SPIRIT 🪞

🪞 Have I become more dependent upon myself than upon God?

🪞 Is prayer my first response or my last resort?

🪞 What storm in my life may be revealing a deeper spiritual need?

🪞 Have I drifted from God while still believing I was close to Him?

🪞 What would it look like for me to truly seek God in prayer again?

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❤️ CHALLENGE YOUR HEART ❤️

Find a quiet place and speak honestly with God about the area of life you most often try to carry alone.

Set aside polished words and religious language. Bring Him the truth of your heart and entrust that burden into His hands.

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🗝️ KEY NOTES 🗝️

🗝️ Prayer begins where self-reliance ends.

🗝️ Distress often reveals our true dependence upon God.

🗝️ God hears sincere prayers offered from the depths.

🗝️ Hardship can become a doorway back to God.

🗝️ No one is beyond the reach of God's listening ear.

🗝️ The journey back to God often begins with a simple prayer.

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🙏 PRAYER 🙏

Heavenly Father,

Forgive me for the times I have trusted my own strength more than Your presence. Forgive me for the moments when prayer became an afterthought rather than the foundation of my walk with You. Teach me again what it means to depend upon You.

Help me to seek You not only in moments of crisis, but in every season of life. When storms arise, remind me that You are near. When I wander, draw me back. When I call upon You, strengthen my faith to trust that You hear and answer according to Your perfect wisdom.

Amen.

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💭 Final Thought 💭

When the road grows dark and your strength begins to fail, remember that prayer is not a sign of weakness but a return to the One who has been waiting to hear your voice.

Go forward knowing that no sincere cry to God is ever unheard.

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I took some notes a while back from one of his videos and he says YHWH (i believe its actually YHVH because hebrew letters dont have a w but a v/vav) and Jehovah are false gods. I followed his old sermons for a bit and needed to know how to get delivered. But alot of people still call God YHWH and Jehovah even in songs. Why would he say that? And i understand true christians can be rare and just because someone says it doesnt always mean it's true. Also i understand that these names are latin or english translations as well. So i need clarification on this. Thank you in advance.

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Forgiving When It Still Hurts

📖 VERSE 📖

"Bear with one another and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."

Colossians 3:13

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📘 STORY 📘

The vineyards of Ephraim stretched across the hillsides like green waves beneath the summer sun. Among them worked a man named Joash, whose family had tended the same vines for generations.

His closest friend was Elior. They had grown up together, worked side by side, and trusted one another as brothers.

One year, during a season of hardship, Joash entrusted Elior with a large portion of the harvest to sell in a distant town.

The profits would sustain several families through the coming winter. Weeks later Elior returned. The money was gone

So was the trust. Joash learned that his friend had gambled much of it away and used the rest to pay personal debts.

The vineyard survived, but only barely. Several labourers lost work. Families struggled through the cold months that followed.

The betrayal cut deeper than the financial loss.

Joash could endure hardship. What he struggled to endure was the memory. Years passed.

Elior eventually returned, humbled and ashamed. He confessed everything and asked for forgiveness. Joash wanted to forgive.

He truly did. Yet every time he looked at Elior, the wound reopened.

The memory remained sharp. The loss remained real. One evening, while pruning vines beneath the setting sun, Joash spoke with an elderly rabbi. "I have forgiven him," Joash said quietly. "Yet it still hurts."

The rabbi nodded. "Then perhaps your forgiveness is genuine." Joash looked confused.

The old man continued. "If forgiveness only existed after the pain disappeared, few would ever forgive.

Forgiveness is not the absence of pain. It is the refusal to let pain become hatred."

The words settled deeply within him, the scar remained.

The memory remained. But bitterness slowly lost its grip. Joash never forgot what happened.

Yet neither did he allow it to rule the remainder of his life.

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📚 STORY LESSONS 📚

Many people believe forgiveness means the hurt instantly disappears. Scripture teaches something deeper. Forgiveness is often a decision made while the wound is still tender.

The pain of betrayal, rejection, cruelty, or abandonment may linger long after forgiveness has been given.

That does not mean forgiveness has failed. It means healing is still taking place.

God never asks us to pretend evil was good.

He never asks us to call betrayal a blessing or abuse acceptable. Instead, He invites us to release vengeance into His hands and allow Him to carry the burden of justice.

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🎵 POEM 🎵

The wound was deep, the scar remained,
Though many seasons came and waned.
The memory lingered clear and strong,
Recalling every bitter wrong.

The heart cried out for debts unpaid,
For justice where the hurt was made.
Yet mercy whispered soft and true,
As Christ had shown, so must you do.

Forgiveness walked through pain and tears,
And carried burdens through the years.
Not blind to wrong nor deaf to grief,
But finding in God's grace relief.

Lord teach my heart to set things free,
As You have shown such grace to me.
Though scars may stay until life's end,
Let love and mercy still transcend.

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🌿 MEDITATION 🌿

One of the most difficult truths about forgiveness is that it does not always remove the pain immediately. Sometimes Christians feel guilty because the wound still aches after they have chosen to forgive.

Yet forgiveness and healing are not the same process. Forgiveness is often a choice.

Healing is often a journey. Jesus carried scars after His resurrection.

The wounds no longer held power over Him, yet their marks remained. In a similar way, some hurts leave lasting impressions upon our hearts. The goal is not to erase the memory, but to prevent the memory from becoming bitterness.

Forgiveness frees us from becoming prisoners of the offence. It places the matter into God's hands and allows Him to work where our strength cannot.

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🪞 QUESTIONS FOR THE SPIRIT 🪞

• Is there someone whose offence I continue to carry within my heart?

• Have I confused forgiveness with pretending the hurt never happened?

• Am I waiting for the pain to disappear before I choose to forgive?

• What bitterness might still be taking root beneath the surface?

• Can I trust God with justice even when I cannot see it being done?

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❤️ CHALLENGE YOUR HEART ❤️

Consider a person whose actions wounded you deeply. Bring their name before God honestly. Do not minimise the hurt, excuse the wrongdoing, or deny the pain.

Instead, ask God for the strength to release your claim upon vengeance and place the situation into His hands. Where forgiveness feels impossible, begin by praying for willingness. Sometimes the first step toward forgiveness is simply being willing to let God start working within the wound.

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🗝️ KEY NOTES 🗝️

• Forgiveness does not require the pain to disappear.

• Healing and forgiveness are related but distinct processes.

• God does not ask us to deny wrongdoing.

• Forgiveness releases vengeance into God's hands.

• Bitterness harms the one who carries it.

• Christ is our example of mercy and grace.

• Some scars remain, but they no longer need to control us.

• Forgiveness brings freedom even when healing is ongoing.

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🙏 PRAYER 🙏

Heavenly Father,

You know every wound I carry, every disappointment, every betrayal, and every pain that still lingers within my heart.

I confess that forgiveness is often difficult. There are hurts I struggle to release and memories that continue to ache. Yet I thank You for the mercy You have shown me through Christ.

Give me the strength to forgive as I have been forgiven. Help me surrender bitterness, resentment, and the desire for revenge into Your hands. Where my heart remains wounded, bring healing. Where my spirit remains burdened, bring peace.

Teach me to trust Your justice, Your wisdom, and Your timing. Let Your grace flow through the places that still hurt, and help me walk in the freedom that forgiveness brings.

In Jesus' name,

Amen.

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Come As You Are

📖 VERSE 📖

All those the Father gives Me will come to Me, and whoever comes to Me I will never drive away.

John 6:37

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📘 STORY 📘

In the hill country of Judea lived a shepherd named Ezra. One winter, a violent storm scattered part of his flock. For days he searched among rocky ravines and thorn-covered slopes.

At last he found a lamb trapped among brambles. Its fleece was torn, its leg bruised, and it was weak from hunger. The lamb struggled when Ezra approached, frightened and exhausted.

The shepherd knelt beside it. He did not strike it for wandering. He did not leave it behind because it was injured. He carefully cut away the thorns, lifted the lamb onto his shoulders, and carried it home.

As the storm clouds broke apart and sunlight returned, the lamb rested safely against the shepherd's neck. It had nothing to offer him except its need. Yet that was enough.

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📚 STORY LESSONS 📚

Many people believe they must first become worthy before approaching God. Scripture teaches the opposite. Christ receives those who come to Him.

The shepherd did not rescue the lamb because it was strong. He rescued it because it was lost. God's grace reaches people in their weakness, not merely after they have overcome it.

Salvation rests upon Christ's faithfulness, not our perfection. His promise is not that He might receive us, but that He will.

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🎵 POEM 🎵

I came with burdens, fear, and shame
And thought that Christ would do the same
Yet mercy met me on the way
And drove my darkest doubts away

No golden crown adorned my head
No worthy life behind me spread
Yet still His open arms were wide
And drew me safely to His side

The storm was fierce, the night was long
My weary heart no longer strong
Yet through the dark His voice remained
And every fearful chain was tamed

O gracious Lord, whose love endures
A steadfast promise ever sure
No soul that seeks Your face in faith
Will find Your mercy locked away

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🌿 MEDITATION 🌿

One of the enemy's oldest lies is that we must somehow clean ourselves before approaching Christ.

Yet the Gospel repeatedly shows the opposite. The sick came to the Physician. The sinner came to the Saviour. The lost came to the Shepherd.

Jesus does not promise to welcome only the strong, the successful, or the spiritually mature. He promises to receive whoever comes.

His invitation remains open, and His grace remains greater than our failures.

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🪞 QUESTIONS FOR THE SPIRIT 🪞

• Do I secretly believe I must earn God's acceptance?

• What burden am I still carrying that Christ has invited me to surrender?

• Have I allowed shame to keep me distant from God?

• Do I trust Christ's promise more than my feelings?

• How can I reflect Christ's welcoming heart toward others?

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❤️ CHALLENGE YOUR HEART ❤️

Think of an area of your life that you have kept hidden from God because of guilt, embarrassment, or fear.

Bring it honestly before Him in prayer. Stop trying to become worthy enough to approach Him. Instead, approach Him because He has already invited you.

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🗝️ KEY NOTES 🗝️

• Christ welcomes those who come to Him.

• Salvation rests upon His faithfulness, not ours.

• Shame often keeps people from approaching God.

• Grace meets us in weakness.

• Jesus promises acceptance, not rejection.

• God's invitation remains open today.

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🙏 PRAYER 🙏

Father, thank You for the assurance found in Christ. When fear, shame, or doubt tell me to stay away, remind me of Your promise.

Help me to come honestly before You, trusting Your mercy rather than my own efforts.

Teach me to rest in Your grace and to welcome others with the same compassion You have shown me.

Draw me ever closer to Your heart, and strengthen my faith in the certainty of Your love. In Jesus' name, Amen.

I know there is a scripture that tells us to discern the difference by acknowledging Jesus as the son of God by saying He is God that came in the flesh. But if the elites can be decieved. Then how do we know the difference from that verse alone? Especially if one is decieved by satan or is in the wilderness? And how do we know if we are operating in a false spirit even if we don't see it starting at surface level? And are we in a time where if we fall it will be impossible to get back up as well?

I even thought about praying for false prophets so they will have time to repent. Not realizing i still needed to be free myself. And i was always told. The only way if there is no time to repent or make things right with God. Is when you d!e (dont rip at me for this. I have my reasons for censoring this and im not looking for a debate on this.)

So basically, tl;dr how does a true christian discern false from true prophets based on scripture even if the elites do get decieved? And can a false prophet repent before it's too late?

I had been holding back bringing this up in church due to personal disobedience and needing deliverance. I understand this and i had also spoken in tongues before. But the tongues i spoke was from a telligible language i thought i had heard before (thought it was slavic. I had no idea what i was saying but was amazed i spoke it) most of the tongues i hear nowadays even in my own church aren't always telligible. And i thought this scripture needed to be spoken of in church. Especially since most of our churchgoers (possibly by assumption) probably have no idea what's being said. When i had tongues. I couldn't tell exactly what was said but i could pick up on specific languages and dialects but not the words themselves. I also was heavy into linguistics at the time as well.

And asked multiple times in prayer for God to give me the gift to interpret tongues because i had a love for learning languages. Long story short i dont think i ever got the gift to fully understand it. And it couldve been due to having an evil spirit.

But when i came across this scripture and i thought to myself about this. And that if there wasnt an interpreter should the pastor or anyone else speaking in tongues pray this way in private to God? I didnt want to come off as someone telling them what to do when i wasn't fully taught myself. And that hindered me from wanting to address it especially since i still needed deliverance and i wasn't doing too well. How do i approach this and is there more i need to know about the gift itself so i wont be misguided? Thank you 🩷