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I think I'll skip the yibber yabber about being new, because that is the reason I am posting in here lol.
I'll tell you a bit about myself, and try to make a long story short. Many years ago, I started going to church with friends from school (I was 8), and enjoyed myself, so I had my siblings come, and later my mom. (My parents were seperated.) Years went by, we moved, my dad found God, and came back. That's when it seemed to go downhill for me. I kept going to church, but cared less and less. I moved out on my own when I was 18, and have pretty much been on my own since then. I met the love of my life in a Portuguese Marching Band (I'm Native, my sister's husband was portuguese, he dies two and a half years ago, and did know God.) My love and I had many rough spots, and left each other many times over the last 4 years, and kept coming back. We did have pre-marital sex. And that is why i now have a 3 month old son. In the last week, my love left me, taking my son, I lost my job, and place to live. I did the only thing I knew I could do. I talked to my father. As we sat in Tim Hortons (A Canadian coffee shop) and talked, I admitted I hit rock bottom. These are the words he said to me "I'm an old fart, and it took me years to hit rock bottom, and learn what was truly valuble in life. All you need to do is pray son, and everything will work." I balled, I knew he was right, and I've been pretty well ignoring God for the last 5 years of my life, doing what I wanted.
So now here I sit at my parents house, hoping to become a changed man. I already prayed for forgiveness, and had the longest conversation with God I ever had before. So looking online for some forums, to help keep strength I came upon one with the most obvious name, and here I am, your newest member.
Thank you in advance for your warm welcomes, and future support.
God Bless You All
I'll tell you a bit about myself, and try to make a long story short. Many years ago, I started going to church with friends from school (I was 8), and enjoyed myself, so I had my siblings come, and later my mom. (My parents were seperated.) Years went by, we moved, my dad found God, and came back. That's when it seemed to go downhill for me. I kept going to church, but cared less and less. I moved out on my own when I was 18, and have pretty much been on my own since then. I met the love of my life in a Portuguese Marching Band (I'm Native, my sister's husband was portuguese, he dies two and a half years ago, and did know God.) My love and I had many rough spots, and left each other many times over the last 4 years, and kept coming back. We did have pre-marital sex. And that is why i now have a 3 month old son. In the last week, my love left me, taking my son, I lost my job, and place to live. I did the only thing I knew I could do. I talked to my father. As we sat in Tim Hortons (A Canadian coffee shop) and talked, I admitted I hit rock bottom. These are the words he said to me "I'm an old fart, and it took me years to hit rock bottom, and learn what was truly valuble in life. All you need to do is pray son, and everything will work." I balled, I knew he was right, and I've been pretty well ignoring God for the last 5 years of my life, doing what I wanted.
So now here I sit at my parents house, hoping to become a changed man. I already prayed for forgiveness, and had the longest conversation with God I ever had before. So looking online for some forums, to help keep strength I came upon one with the most obvious name, and here I am, your newest member.
Thank you in advance for your warm welcomes, and future support.
God Bless You All
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