I believe storyteller is suffering ptsd from being in the womb, which is causing her fear of being enclosed.
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There may be something in that!RickD wrote:That's it Nessa!!!!
I believe storyteller is suffering ptsd from being in the womb, which is causing her fear of being enclosed.
Welcome to my world.Storyteller wrote:There may be something in that!RickD wrote:That's it Nessa!!!!
I believe storyteller is suffering ptsd from being in the womb, which is causing her fear of being enclosed.
I'm not keen on being inside anywhere, I am happiest outside, under the sky, free. I love camping, sleep better in a tent than behind walls. Everything that drives me, that means something to me, involves space, or escape.
Even books are a way of escape. All I have to do is figure out what I'm trying to escape from.
Sometimes, I feel so alone. Not in a lonely way necessarily, more kinda different. I yearn to fly free, to run, to do lsomething.
I feel trapped sometimes, is that just my soul yearning to be where it belongs, with God? Why do I care what happens to my physical self after I die?
Why do I fear it? Not death, or for my soul after death, but for my body?
The essence of what makes me, me is safe in the hands of God, contained in this shell that allows me to experience this brief moment in eternity that is my life.
So hard sometimes isn't it?RickD wrote:Welcome to my world.Storyteller wrote:There may be something in that!RickD wrote:That's it Nessa!!!!
I believe storyteller is suffering ptsd from being in the womb, which is causing her fear of being enclosed.
I'm not keen on being inside anywhere, I am happiest outside, under the sky, free. I love camping, sleep better in a tent than behind walls. Everything that drives me, that means something to me, involves space, or escape.
Even books are a way of escape. All I have to do is figure out what I'm trying to escape from.
Sometimes, I feel so alone. Not in a lonely way necessarily, more kinda different. I yearn to fly free, to run, to do lsomething.
I feel trapped sometimes, is that just my soul yearning to be where it belongs, with God? Why do I care what happens to my physical self after I die?
Why do I fear it? Not death, or for my soul after death, but for my body?
The essence of what makes me, me is safe in the hands of God, contained in this shell that allows me to experience this brief moment in eternity that is my life.
Annette,ST wrote:
I think only us humans can believe in God because we are the only beings created in His image. Just thought of Satan. He believes in God. Was he created in Gods image at the start?
I meant believe as in believe He exists, like only we can be aware of God because we are made in His image but then that theory falls down because Satan and the angels are aware of Him. Was just a thought.RickD wrote:Annette,ST wrote:
I think only us humans can believe in God because we are the only beings created in His image. Just thought of Satan. He believes in God. Was he created in Gods image at the start?
When we say that we believe in God, like "believe" in John 3:16, the word believe, means trust. So, for example, we will have everlasting life, if we trust in Christ.
Satan wasn't given an opportunity for redemption, so he can't trust/believe in God, in a salvation sense.
And as far as I'm aware, scripture doesn't say anything about angels being created in God's image.
Perhaps with an epitaph poem, written in Sloenglish?1over137 wrote:burial with some wisdom of mine on the stone...
... for further generations...
Yours would be...RickD wrote:Perhaps with an epitaph poem, written in Sloenglish?1over137 wrote:burial with some wisdom of mine on the stone...
... for further generations...