<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690</id><updated>2024-10-24T07:04:17.504-07:00</updated><category term="Back-seat driver"/><category term="Driver&#39;s license"/><category term="Ford Explorer"/><category term="God"/><category term="Property"/><category term="Shopping"/><category term="vacation"/><title type='text'>God Box</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was created for Gods purpose.  I&#39;m not sure why God wants me to write in this blog?  I just know he wouldn&#39;t stop tugging at my heart and asking me to create this blog.  God is the author of this blog so I am not responsible for the content.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-1575640747483818597</id><published>2012-10-05T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T19:07:40.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Victim of Demon Attacks Documented</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Introduction: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote an article on &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tamron.hubpages.com/hub/How-to-Deal-with-Evil-Spirits&quot;&gt;How to Deal with Demons&lt;/a&gt;&quot; I got a comment from a lady who is asking for help.&amp;nbsp; So I agreed to help her.&amp;nbsp; I decided to document my findings and research to why she and her family is being attacked by demon spirits?&amp;nbsp; She describes her ordeal in her comment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Robin&#39;s Original Comment &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I
 am a 42 year old housewife, mother of three, and we&#39;ve lived in a home 
for 13 years either occupied by ghosts or a demon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My 8 year old son has
 woken up from sleep in the middle of the night with a bite mark on his 
back, I woke up three months ago with a burn on my chest and leg, and my
 12 year old has woke up with scratches across his chest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For the past 
three years, I&#39;ve been seeing the initials J.T. EVERYWHERE in my home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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At first and still sometimes do, I accused my husband of cheating with 
some psycho who wants me to know she is with him, however, if he&#39;s not 
at work, he&#39;s HERE at home with me, so now I&#39;m inclined to think that 
something is trying to give me some sort of message about a J.T. I don&#39;t
 know, I just know that a lot of negative things have happened, I have a 
photo of a smoke type object up near my ceiling, and the negative 
thoughts in my head are coming quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My husband keeps saying he&#39;s 
going to have me locked away in a mental ward somewhere if I don&#39;t stop 
with all this, but I can&#39;t help it. I&#39;m scared now, and when I try to 
ignore it, the initials start showing up everywhere again until I can&#39;t 
stand it anymore, and I say something which causes a fight with me and 
my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My mom gave me an heirloom Bible that I&#39;ve been studying, 
and back in May of this year, I went to read it, and it had a huge X cut
 out of the front of it. Then two weeks later all of the decals with the
 books on it was torn off and stuffed in the Bible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I&quot;m thinking it&#39;s 
got to be a demon messing with me trying to screw up my life. I KNOW I&quot;m
 here for a good purpose and I feel something bad is trying to muck it 
all up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve recently shut myself off from everyone because I can&#39;t 
stand the arguing and bickering I encounter when I out and about, so I 
just stay in my house and take care of things here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only interaction
 I have is my kids and husband. I&#39;m scared, I feel alone as my husband 
thinks I&#39;m crazy and he&#39;s telling my kids I&#39;m crazy therefore they think
 I am too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what to do. I&#39;ve tried seeking help from 
churches, but they all say the same thing - they want me to have a 
psychiatric evaluation, AND THEN they will do what they need to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And 
I&#39;m sorry but I&#39;m not willing to do that just to have a preacher come in
 and see what&#39;s going on - and my dad is a pastor in this city. However, 
he won&#39;t step foot in my house because of the &quot;feeling&quot; he gets when 
he&#39;s come over in the past - yet they want ME to do a psychiatric 
evaluation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Shouldn&#39;t HIS FEELINGS alone be sufficient enough to realize
 my home is occupied by a demon?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m scared for my mental state because 
it is wearing on my soul. Any suggestions besides getting help from the 
church?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My Email Response &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hi Robin&lt;br /&gt;
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I am basing things you mentioned in your comment in my article.&amp;nbsp; So the first series of questions hopefully gets me going in the right path to make sense of all that is going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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My 8 year old son has woken up from sleep in the middle of the night with a bite mark on his back, I woke up three months ago with a burn on my chest and leg, and my 12 year old has woke up with scratches across his chest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; Did you show these marks to your husband?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Has anyone else outside of the family seen these marks?&amp;nbsp; Has your husband been bitten, scratched like the rest of you?&lt;br /&gt;
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For the past three years, I&#39;ve been seeing the initials J.T. EVERYWHERE in my home. &lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; Are you the only one seeing J.T. in your home?&amp;nbsp; When you see J.T. on lets say a wall for example when you go get something to clean J.T. off the walls.&amp;nbsp; Does it vanish only to appear somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I accused my husband of cheating with some psycho who wants me to know she is with him, however, if he&#39;s not at work, he&#39;s HERE at home with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; What was your thinking and feeling before you actually accused your husband of cheating?&amp;nbsp; Sorry about that question!&amp;nbsp; Think real hard and try to relive those feelings and thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve recently shut myself off from everyone because I can&#39;t stand the arguing and bickering I encounter when I out and about, so I just stay in my house and take care of things here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; Is this bickering autable or inside your head?&amp;nbsp; Please describe!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve tried seeking help from churches, but they all say the same thing - they want me to have a psychiatric evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; What kind of churches have you sought help from?&lt;br /&gt;
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Shouldn&#39;t HIS FEELINGS alone be sufficient enough to realize my home is occupied by a demon?&lt;br /&gt;
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Question:&amp;nbsp; What feelings are your dad having when he enters your house?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m scared for my mental state because it is wearing on my soul. Any suggestions besides getting help from the church?&lt;br /&gt;
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My suggestion is to keep quiet so you don&#39;t get locked up!&amp;nbsp; We have to find the reason this spirit is in your home.&amp;nbsp; Why its attack your family?&amp;nbsp; We need to find out what we are dealing with what kind of demon ect...&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I woke up to a gloomy day.&amp;nbsp; All day I felt like going back to bed.&amp;nbsp; Then Ronnie wanted to go to Keiths house.&amp;nbsp; Which was OK!&lt;br /&gt;
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I suddenly got annoyed when Ronnie said we are only staying for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; Well Lord I was under the impression he was going to stay for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why else would Ronnie say to drop him off and why would Jack go with him if he planned to leave in a few minutes?&lt;br /&gt;
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I was hoping to have some time alone with you.&amp;nbsp; I was looking forward to the quietness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then he wanted me to drop off his video at BlockBusters.&amp;nbsp; Then suddenly it triggered the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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The past when we would get videos and Ronnie would spend an hour or so in the video place.&lt;br /&gt;
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The past where I would either go in the video store or sit out in the car in the hot sun or freezing cold.&amp;nbsp; Waiting for him to get movies.&amp;nbsp; Only for me to return the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
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This wouldn&#39;t have upset me but this was becoming an everyday habit.&amp;nbsp; Ronnie kept complaining about money but if I said anything about renting those movies.&amp;nbsp; All hell would break loose!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well anyhow I felt that past anger rising up!&amp;nbsp; Thank you God we just dropped the movie off because I was prepared to put my foot down.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got home.&amp;nbsp; Ronnie decided to make a baloney sandwich.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly he started cussing because he thought there was no baloney.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walked into the kitchen to see what he was yelling about.&amp;nbsp; The freezer door was above his head.&amp;nbsp; I told him to watch his head.&lt;br /&gt;
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He yelled at me and said.&amp;nbsp; God dammit I know that freezer door is there.&amp;nbsp; I just want to know what happen to the boloney?&lt;br /&gt;
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I told him it was down in the bottom drawer.&amp;nbsp; He then replied to me and says.&amp;nbsp; Well it isn&#39;t where I put it!&lt;br /&gt;
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I said well I didn&#39;t put it there.&amp;nbsp; Then he made a sarcastic remark.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t remember what it was.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, he went to take a nap.&amp;nbsp; Which is holding me back from getting 2 things done.&amp;nbsp; That is scrub the siding and vacuuming the truck.&amp;nbsp; So I hope it doesn&#39;t rain because it kinda looks like it will.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been thinking of getting a job!&amp;nbsp; God I&#39;m serious!&amp;nbsp; Help me get a job!&amp;nbsp; God I need your help it&#39;s been 4 yrs. since my last job and that job didn&#39;t last long.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been years before that job.&amp;nbsp; Getting a job is scary to me.&amp;nbsp; It is also harder now to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think Ronnie wants me to get a job, but I don&#39;t think he has looked at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think he realizes how put out he will be.&amp;nbsp; The kind of work that I do requires me to work weekends and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;
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That means I&#39;m not going to be too happy if I come home to Ronnie being whiskey&amp;nbsp; up!&lt;br /&gt;
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I won&#39;t want to or feel like going places when I get off work.&amp;nbsp; I am not going to feel like cooking and cleaning up the mess every night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won&#39;t be able to take him to his VA appointments or run him around like I do now.&amp;nbsp; Things will drastically change even me and my attitude will change.&amp;nbsp; I will be happier having my own money and job.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be happier and I want a job.&amp;nbsp; So please God remove the fear and replace it with your power and your strength.&amp;nbsp; So that I have the courage to go forward.&amp;nbsp; Please lead me forward in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so unhappy.&amp;nbsp; I just want my joy back!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You God for Listening&lt;br /&gt;
Tamron&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;God&quot;&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; its been a few weeks since I wrote to you!&amp;nbsp; Ronnie has been keeping me busy.&amp;nbsp; God you know my old man has always been some what of a &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Back-seat_driver&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Back-seat driver&quot;&gt;backseat driver&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since we got the Ford Explorer his backseat driving has gotten out of control.&amp;nbsp; I mean please!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the patients you have given me but man he is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t mean to complain!&amp;nbsp; I just wish he would sit back and enjoy the ride and be grateful for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean he isn&#39;t no expert.&amp;nbsp; He don&#39;t even have a &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Driver%27s_license&quot; rel=&quot;wikipedia&quot; title=&quot;Driver&#39;s license&quot;&gt;drivers license&lt;/a&gt;. Honestly I can see why?&lt;br /&gt;
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I let him drive for about 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; He scared me so bad I had an &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.webmd.com/anxiety-panic/guide/default.htm&quot; rel=&quot;webmd&quot; title=&quot;Anxiety Panic&quot;&gt;anxiety attack&lt;/a&gt; for God sake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well anyhow, I am afraid he will cause me to have a car accident.&amp;nbsp; I remember we where going to his doctors appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I came to a stop sign.&amp;nbsp; I looked to the right then Ronnie said go and like an idiot.&amp;nbsp; I actually went.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden I hear brakes squealing.&amp;nbsp; I looked to the left and a semi locked up the brakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not kidding the wheels in the back of the semi must of came off the ground a foot or so.&lt;br /&gt;
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We could have been killed.&amp;nbsp; I told Ronnie never to tell me how to drive again?&amp;nbsp; He didn&#39;t for months tell me how to drive.&amp;nbsp; I guess now he is making up for those months.&lt;br /&gt;
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He bitches because he has to tell me over and over again.&amp;nbsp; How to get to places?&amp;nbsp; He tells me not to ride the brakes to the red light.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t put your foot on the brakes every time we go over railroad tracks.&lt;br /&gt;
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He wants me to drive in circle so he don&#39;t have to walk when we go shopping, but yet he says he needs to start exercising.&amp;nbsp; I just don&#39;t understand him!&lt;br /&gt;
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He constantly tells me to cut people off.&amp;nbsp; He wants me to switch lanes and get ahead of cars that often doing the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;
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The list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp; Today I couldn&#39;t even pull up in my own driveway right!&lt;br /&gt;
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What can I do God?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am getting so frustrated and angry at him I could drown him or myself for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can I stop the backseat driving?&amp;nbsp; Oh by the way!&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t mean it when I said.&amp;nbsp; I wish the truck would stop working.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please don&#39;t let anything happen with that truck.&amp;nbsp; Its just I was angry and frustrated with Ronnie at the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please help! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I was so looking forward to this vacation.&amp;nbsp; God you only know that this vacation was over due.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the first vacation Ronnie and I have been on in 13 years.&amp;nbsp; I just got blessed with a 98 &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://www.shopautoweek.com/vehicles/ford/explorer.html?utm_source=zemanta&amp;amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;amp;utm_campaign=ford_explorer&quot; rel=&quot;shopautoweek&quot; title=&quot;Ford Explorer&quot;&gt;Ford Explorer&lt;/a&gt; in new shape.&amp;nbsp; Thank You Lord.&amp;nbsp; The first thing that went wrong was I stopped at a truck stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie walked the dog while I was using the ladies room.&amp;nbsp; Ronnie loaded the dog up into the truck and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;
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Little that I knew my dog had tar all over his pawls.&amp;nbsp; My dog tracked tar all over the new carpet in my truck.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord you know I was upset but tried to stay positive.&amp;nbsp; I realized there was nothing I could do with the tar.&amp;nbsp; All over the back of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got to Ronnies cousin&#39;s house.&amp;nbsp; Had a wonderful time!&amp;nbsp; We had fireworks seen and spent time with family.&amp;nbsp; It was great!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie has property we have been paying taxes on for years, but never seen the property.&lt;br /&gt;
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We couldn&#39;t visit the property,because Momma was hard to take on long drives.&amp;nbsp; We were blessed to be able to visit his cousins house which is a 3 hour drive from our house. &lt;br /&gt;
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So we went to see the property for the first time.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful ride to Envirness.&amp;nbsp; I was a little stressed because we really didn&#39;t know how to get to the property.&amp;nbsp; We used Map Quest to find Floral County.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was pretty in Floral County.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the County tax collectors to get directions to the property.&amp;nbsp; I was getting tired and stressed from driving. We started to fuss going to see the property.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly Ronnie didn&#39;t like my driving.&lt;br /&gt;
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He started to be a annoying backseat driver.&amp;nbsp; I started to get frustrated with him telling me how to drive. &lt;br /&gt;
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We stopped to get a bite to eat.&amp;nbsp; A large coke spilled all over the carpet in the front of the truck.&amp;nbsp; I was fit to be tided!&amp;nbsp; I mean really I was pissed!&lt;br /&gt;
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We really started arguing at this point.&lt;br /&gt;
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We stopped at the tax place to get directions to the property.&amp;nbsp; We never like to have found the property.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we stopped at the local bar.&amp;nbsp; Everyone was nice and helpful.&amp;nbsp; We had a few drinks.&amp;nbsp; We found the property.&amp;nbsp; Nothing looked like the way it did when I went on &lt;a class=&quot;zem_slink&quot; href=&quot;http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=49.9363361111,-6.32302222222&amp;amp;spn=0.1,0.1&amp;amp;q=49.9363361111,-6.32302222222%20(Google%20Earth)&amp;amp;t=h&quot; rel=&quot;geolocation&quot; title=&quot;Google Earth&quot;&gt;Google earth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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We couldn&#39;t even walk up on the property.&amp;nbsp; There were so many briers and tons of over growth on the property.&amp;nbsp; So that was disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;
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We got a motel that allowed dogs.&amp;nbsp; We sat in the room and had a few drinks.&amp;nbsp; Ronnie started in on me we fought all night.&lt;br /&gt;
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The alarm on the truck went off.&amp;nbsp; My dog had a fit!&amp;nbsp; Someone was trying to steal the truck. &lt;br /&gt;
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We didn&#39;t get much sleep at the motel.&amp;nbsp; The bed was so hard Ronnie had to help me get up when the cleaning lady rudely banged on the door.&amp;nbsp; We started back to his cousins fought all the way there.&amp;nbsp; When we got there I just cried from frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
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I almost left Ronnie at his cousins house.&amp;nbsp; I just felt like leaving his ass.&amp;nbsp; I almost did when he went into the house to get the dog food we forgot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was tired, angry, and frustrated I just wanted to cry and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie said he was sorry and held me we talked and realized he did not take his pills.&amp;nbsp; These pills keep him from being moody.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I forgave him and said lets go home.&amp;nbsp; We got home and realized we left or lost the house keys somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had to break into the house.&amp;nbsp; I was so tired I just went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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God my only wish is for me and Ronnie to be happy and stop the arguing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the truck you provided for me and my husband.&amp;nbsp; The truck exceeds my expectation.&amp;nbsp; It is a better truck than what I wanted.&amp;nbsp; I also want to thank you for the most incredible few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have answered my preys and you have really been working in my life.&amp;nbsp; Honestly God I thought you left me because nothing was going good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt my prayers were empty and being ignored.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for showing me that you were listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sorry I ever doubted you!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for Your Kindness and Help!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/5142339159507790026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2012/05/thank-you-god-for-my-truck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/5142339159507790026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/5142339159507790026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2012/05/thank-you-god-for-my-truck.html' title='Thank You God for My Truck'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-2098584827167774338</id><published>2012-01-05T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:57:47.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
When I was young I made a lot of mistakes.&amp;nbsp; I chose the wrong men.&amp;nbsp; I chose the wrong career and jobs.&amp;nbsp; I tried my dam-dist to save money but never succeeded.&amp;nbsp; All my life I felt like something or somebody was holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time I succeeded in anything something would happen and take it all away from me.&amp;nbsp; Their was a time in my life I was so happy go lucky it would piss people off.&lt;br /&gt;
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That time was short lived.&amp;nbsp; Now I find it hard to crack a smile.&amp;nbsp; I am so consumed with thoughts about the future.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t focus on anything else.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t sleep many of nights because these thoughts just consume my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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 I been with the same man for 10 years he won&#39;t get married.&amp;nbsp; I have no security in my life.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t even have life insurance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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I been without a car for a year finally got a good used car.&amp;nbsp; The car I just bought got stolen in the Walmart parking lot.&amp;nbsp; I had no theft insurance and the cops have not found the car.&amp;nbsp; So I am back to no car again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am in my 40&#39;s and I am still having dumb shit like this happening to me.&amp;nbsp; Why God?&amp;nbsp; What am I doing wrong?&amp;nbsp; I fear that I will be an old lady on the street that no one cares about.&amp;nbsp; How do I get out of this mess?&lt;br /&gt;
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God you know I have tried to keep the peace in my relationship.&amp;nbsp; I have tried for many years to be happy but it just seems like my best is never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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God you know I have tried to express my feelings to Ronnie countless times.&amp;nbsp; I have cried and pleaded with him.&amp;nbsp; After these talks it seemed like he listen for a few days than suddenly forgets about our talk.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have left Ronnie countless times even then after a short period of time things got miserable for me when it seemed that it had no effect on him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie I know loves me but I don&#39;t feel loved or respected.&lt;br /&gt;
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He seems to point out all my fault and he never pay&#39;s me a compliment and if he does it&#39;s very rare.&amp;nbsp; I feel very insecure because we do not have any life insurance and we are not married.&lt;br /&gt;
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I fear after spending 10 years now with Ronnie that his family will kick me to the curb if Ronnie die&#39;s before me.&amp;nbsp; He would be Ok if I died first because he get&#39;s a monthly check and the house is paid off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord you know if I could get a job I would feel better.&amp;nbsp; The past few months has been really bad since the car broke down so now I have no independence.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate relying on my friends to get around not only that but it&#39;s embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;
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 God you know I love Ronnie but we need your help!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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They were understanding and apologetic they told me it would take ten days for them to investigate after the investigation they would replace the missing funds into my account.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was happy to hear that so now I know that any account can be hacked.&amp;nbsp; If you haven&#39;t checked your PayPal account in a while maybe you should hopefully you won&#39;t find your PayPal account hacked.&lt;br /&gt;
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You may not believe in evil spirits at all.&amp;nbsp; Which I can understand completely.&amp;nbsp; Especially since I did research on this subject.&amp;nbsp; I can understand why people would think it&#39;s all boloney. &lt;br /&gt;
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Unless you yourself have witness an exorcism in person not on TV or have seen or felt an evil presents.&amp;nbsp; It is very hard to believe that demons exists.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that being said my guess why your here is because either you have had or you&#39;re having some sorta of thoughts that make you think of the possibilities that you&#39;re&amp;nbsp; witnessing something evil.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am writing this post in hopes that my readers have questions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one has all the answers so I do not claim to have all the answers but I will do my best to answer any of your questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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I quit smoking several time but always seem to start back smoking again.&amp;nbsp; I have asked God to help me to quit but the truth is I really don&#39;t want to quit so I have slowed down my smoking.&amp;nbsp; I know that smoking is bad for my health and I feel convicted every time I smoke but I can&#39;t seem to quit.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/5432214699938059546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/smoking-to-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/5432214699938059546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/5432214699938059546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/smoking-to-much.html' title='Smoking to Much'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-3720846447475270298</id><published>2011-07-23T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:35:46.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Came to Know God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I believed in God because I was taught to believe in God but I had my doubts.&amp;nbsp; They teach you that God is a loving God.&amp;nbsp; I could not grasp that God was a loving God because my best childhood friend died at 6 years old. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had this question if God really exists why do bad things happen to good people?&lt;br /&gt;
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How I came to know God was at a tent revival.&amp;nbsp; I was about 12 or 13 years old.&amp;nbsp; Like any other kid I didn&#39;t want to go to no church meeting.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother pretty much told me I was going like it or not!&amp;nbsp; I went and these people was singing and praising the Lord than the preacher called people up for prayer.&amp;nbsp; He would pray for them and they would fall on the ground.&amp;nbsp; Some were screaming and yelling well I never seen none of this before.&amp;nbsp; This scared me!&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt stupid just sitting there so I stood up and raised my hands up so people wouldn&#39;t notice me.&amp;nbsp; I heard this lady next to me praying so I thought I better pray as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I said if this is real and if you are really real God than heal my teeth.&amp;nbsp; Nothing Happened!&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t fall down I didn&#39;t feel nothing so I just figured these people are crazy or getting paid to say they were healed.&amp;nbsp; I went to bed didn&#39;t think to much about what I saw.&amp;nbsp; I got up and brushed my teeth that is when I discovered I had no cavities.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lived at the dentist my teeth were so bad.&amp;nbsp; Everyone of my back teeth had fillings and my front teeth were discolored.&lt;br /&gt;
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I examined my teeth.&amp;nbsp; I was so shocked I screamed for my mother.&amp;nbsp; She came in the bathroom I showed her my teeth.&amp;nbsp; She instantly started crying!&amp;nbsp; I asked her why she was crying.&amp;nbsp; She said that she was praying for God to reveal himself to me in away I could never deny him or have any doubts of him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since then I have gotten myself put in jail and rehabs.&amp;nbsp; I was on drugs and suicidal.&amp;nbsp; I found this place Caring Peoples Ministries that is how I renewed my faith with God.&amp;nbsp; This is the place where I seen Gods miracles everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
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It took time to forgive myself for turning my back on God but everyday he showed me I was forgiven by him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I just don&#39;t question why God allows bad things even when bad things happen in my life.&amp;nbsp; I just know that whatever happen their is a purpose and something to learn about that particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit most everything bad that has happened to me in my life resulted in making bad choices due to ignoring God and his warnings.&lt;br /&gt;
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I clicked on the post &quot;Will You Go to Hell for Telling a Lie&quot;&amp;nbsp; this morning because it caught my eye because I realized just how much I lie to myself in doing so the lie I tell myself I tell others.&amp;nbsp; I think we are all guilty of lieing to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever lied to yourself knowing the truth?&amp;nbsp; I have been lieing to myself about getting married to Ronnie.&amp;nbsp; I told him 10 years ago if we were not married after a year of being together I wouldn&#39;t waist my time with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the years we both made excuses for not getting married.&amp;nbsp; The first excuse was his mother.&amp;nbsp; She had Alzheimer&#39;s and diabetes so she was a full-time job.&amp;nbsp; We were constantly stressed out and no one else would watch her if me and Ronnie got married than went away for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth about this lie is we could have went to the court house.&amp;nbsp; I was content with not having a wedding.&amp;nbsp; I was also content with staying home.&lt;br /&gt;
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After momma died the subject of marriage came up again.&amp;nbsp; This time Ronnie says he&#39;s worried about his credit because I have bad credit and his V.A. Social Security benefits.&amp;nbsp; He is afraid he will either get less benefits or lose his benefits if we got married.&lt;br /&gt;
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My question would be why would any of that be effected just because we got married?&amp;nbsp; How would my credit effect his credit?&amp;nbsp; Why would he lose any of his V.A benefits?&lt;br /&gt;
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I left him for another man and this man was ready to Mary me.&amp;nbsp; I was only gone for a month when this man asked me for my hand in marriage.&amp;nbsp; Ronnie caught wind of this man asking me to Mary him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie went crazy knowing this will be it if I got married.&amp;nbsp; He called begged and pleaded.&amp;nbsp; He even said if marriage is what I wanted that is what I will get.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ronnie convinced me he was going to make a proper women out of me.&amp;nbsp; When I came back we called around to find out how much it would be to get married.&amp;nbsp; It cost $88 in the state of Florida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next excuse we don&#39;t have the $88 this month we will get married next month.&amp;nbsp; As you already probably figured out we are still not married.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is the biggest lie you tell yourself?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/6598813594051108559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/lies-we-tell-ourselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/6598813594051108559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/6598813594051108559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/lies-we-tell-ourselves.html' title='Lies We Tell Ourselves'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-8963370238802524264</id><published>2011-07-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:52:54.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Turned My Back on God</title><content type='html'>Since I turned my back on God I have made some bad choices.&amp;nbsp; These bad choices caused a lot of stress,frustration and anger.&amp;nbsp; Since I left Caring People Ministries I stopped praying,journaling and I lost my faith along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I stopped I have had this tugging in my heart to start this blog.&amp;nbsp; I would think about making this blog but I kept putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I started the blog 3 days ago things around me seem to be running pretty smoothly.&amp;nbsp; No fighting with Ronnie no drama in my life at all so I can see God is already working in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God because I really need God!&amp;nbsp; I am such a reckless person without God.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is Gods blog so whatever it is that he wants me to write is meant for someone to see and to help me get closer to him so If it seems I keep changing the subject its probably safe to say I am just learning all over again to hear Gods voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will explain the many ways that you can see and hear God throughout this blog.&amp;nbsp; I will share my past experiences with God and my current experiences with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had a lot of road blocks since I turned my back on God.&amp;nbsp; I was miserable but I didn&#39;t know why?&amp;nbsp; I use to put God first in my life so anytime I had to make a decision I would ask God what should I do?&amp;nbsp; If I didn&#39;t hear God or see any signs from God.&amp;nbsp; I did nothing even if I wanted too make the decision until God told me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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My life was far better with hardly no stress but the minute I tried to take control everything fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Caring People Ministries leaned me how to journal and hear Gods voice.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought they were crazy but I went along with it so my first entry was Jesus do you love me?&amp;nbsp; I was instructed to ask Jesus this question so I wrote the question in my journal and I prayed for an answer.&amp;nbsp; They said after the question write down anything that come to your mind no matter how crazy it seems, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t remember what my answer was because it was so long ago but I remember it didn&#39;t make any since at the time.&amp;nbsp; When I went to Caring People Ministries I was so drugged up and drunk I didn&#39;t even realize it was my birthday.&amp;nbsp; When I asked Jesus if he loved me in my journal it was on the day of my birthday.&amp;nbsp; In class we shared our journals when I shared my journal one of the girls came out of the kitchen with the most beautiful birthday cake I ever seen that she made from scratch.&amp;nbsp; My favorite is chocolate with vanilla frosting.&amp;nbsp; Who would know thats my favorite but God.&amp;nbsp; These people didn&#39;t know me and how did they know it was my birthday other than my paper work when I decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
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When she came out with the birthday cake all the girls started singing happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; I started singing happy birthday but I didn&#39;t know who&#39;s birthday it was.&amp;nbsp; Then the girl put the cake in front of me and told me to blowout the candles.&amp;nbsp; Instantly I started crying uncontrollably I couldn&#39;t stop crying.&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Gail told me I might cry for hours or days because God is cleaning my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still didn&#39;t believe it was an answer from God because they could have easily found out when my birthday was by looking at my paper work.&amp;nbsp; What I really couldn&#39;t explain was the crying on and off for days.&amp;nbsp; Tears would just keep coming and their was nothing I could do about the tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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The more I cried the better I felt but I was embarrassed because I couldn&#39;t stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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After my birthday I began to hear Gods voice a little bit each day and his answers to my journal became more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;
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My problem was I kept thinking it was my voice I kept hearing.&amp;nbsp; I told Mrs. Gail a few weeks later that I didn&#39;t think I was hearing from God at all!&amp;nbsp; She said when your alone tonight pray, go back to the first day you wrote in your journal read your entry and Gods answers.&amp;nbsp; She said I would see that it was Gods entries.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did what she said and not only did I hear his voice but things that I wrote was materializing and I kept seeing confirmation to all my answers from God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even than I was skeptical!&amp;nbsp; I just kept on writing in my journal.&amp;nbsp; It took months for God to show me it was really him not me writing these entries in my journal.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/8963370238802524264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-turned-my-back-on-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/8963370238802524264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/8963370238802524264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-turned-my-back-on-god.html' title='I Turned My Back on God'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-3331297199640003223</id><published>2011-07-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:25:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Devotional – Scripture – Teaching | Joyce Meyer Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.joycemeyer.org/Articles/devotional.aspx&quot;&gt;Daily Devotional – Scripture – Teaching | Joyce Meyer Ministries&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The Blame Game&lt;br /&gt;by Joyce Meyer - posted July 19, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temptation (no trial regarded as enticing to sin), [no matter how it comes or where it leads] has overtaken you and laid hold on you that is not common to man [that is, no temptation or trial has come to you that is beyond human resistance and that is not adjusted and adapted and belonging to human experience, and such as man can bear]. But God is faithful [to His Word and to His compassionate nature], and He [can be trusted] not to let you be tempted and tried and assayed beyond your ability and strength of resistance and power to endure, but with the temptation He will [always] also provide the way out (the means of escape to a landing place), that you may be capable and strong and powerful to bear up under it patiently.&lt;br /&gt;—1 Corinthians 10:13&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this devotional fits me to a &quot;T&quot; because I have for years now blamed my husband Ronnie for holding me back.   I always keep saying that he has control issues and he does have control issues.  He also has anger issues.  He also talks about veitnam way to much he constantly brings up the war and what he did in the war.  He searches for violent movies on the TV.  Mostly war movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begged and pleaded for him to stop but I get disappointed.  This causes me great anger and frustration sometimes I cry at night.  He lives in the past this has caused us to fight a lot and we have lost a lot of great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ronnie have fought for many years and we both have went to jail because of the fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped into Satan&#39;s trap after leaving C.P.M. because I stopped relying on God.  I stopped journaling,praying and going to church.  I turned  my back on God!  I even started blaming God for all the stress,anger and frustration in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this morning as I was coming out of the bedroom Ronnie was rolling A cigarette, well the cigarrette machine didn&#39;t work properly and I had said to Ronnie don&#39;t do that to the cigarette machine if you break the machine we can&#39;t buy another one.  He replied by saying I don&#39;t care I will throw this _ _ _ across the room.  Ronnie has no patience with anything if he is trying to fix something and it does go together just as easily as he thinks it should tools go flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to change his attitude for years and change his ways by talking to him or fighting with him.  I even told his shrink about his behavior.  I love this man but honestly he&#39;s hard to live with I left Ronnie countless times for long periods of time only to get sick to my stomach the time I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I left him I vomited for the entire time I was gone which was a month.  I lost 33 lbs I was so weak I had to get help to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me?   Does anyone else have this problem?  Is this God telling me to stay with Ronnie? Any ideas,theories or comments please!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/feeds/3331297199640003223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/daily-devotional-scripture-teaching.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/3331297199640003223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280800724619188690/posts/default/3331297199640003223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godboxanswers.blogspot.com/2011/07/daily-devotional-scripture-teaching.html' title='Daily Devotional – Scripture – Teaching | Joyce Meyer Ministries'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998911857903147864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280800724619188690.post-9108013547897146037</id><published>2011-07-18T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-29T17:12:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My God Box and Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Before I ever met God I kept a diary.&amp;nbsp; I started keeping a diary since I was 11 years old. I went to visit my grandmother and my diary disappeared.&amp;nbsp; I wrote in that diary for 3 years faithfully.&amp;nbsp; I searched for my diary frantically but never found my diary, so I never wrote in a diary again after my diary disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got into a bit of a problem with drugs and alcohol.&amp;nbsp; I went to a rehab for women which was a christian based rehab.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was saved way before going to the rehab named Caring People Ministries.&amp;nbsp; I knew about God but I didn&#39;t know God until I went to Caring People Ministries.&lt;br /&gt;
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The God I knew was boring and he was a punishing God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Caring People Ministries showed me that God is not boring at all.&amp;nbsp; He never sleeps and he is always at work in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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While staying at C.P.M. I witness lots of miracles.&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot about myself and I seen God at work with my own eyes.&amp;nbsp; Somethings I witnessed was unbelievable so unbelievable I was in &quot;awe&quot; I never in my life ever seen God work in so many different ways with so many different people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I only thought I believed in God before I went to C.P.M. now I know without a doubt God is real.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent a year there and learn a lot about myself and God that is how I learned how to Journal and I also learned what a God Box was and how to use my God Box.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the time I used a tissue box and I decorated the box.&amp;nbsp; If I was confused about a situation or didn&#39;t know what to do I would pray/talk to God just like if God walked in my house like my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Write a note to God than drop my note in my God box.&amp;nbsp; Pray for God to help me with whatever concern I had and let God take care of my problem.&amp;nbsp; If I didn&#39;t know what to do about a situation.&amp;nbsp; I would ask God the question and wait for his answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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God has many different ways of answering you from your God Box.&lt;br /&gt;
Here is some of the many ways you get answers.(God always confirms his answers so that you know for sure your answers are coming from God) not you or some coincidences&amp;nbsp; or Satan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Always wait for confirmation before you act.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Confirmation and Answers from God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;A comment from a friend&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Constant tugging of your heart&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;TV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Church&lt;/li&gt;
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God confirms his answers several times so without a doubt you know your answers are coming from God no &quot;place&quot; else.&lt;br /&gt;
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God is still my best friend even after I got to busy to talk to him.&amp;nbsp; He never left me but I left him behind for several years.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that being said I decided that I need to get closer to God and the best way to get closer to God is to have a personal relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;
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