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"Power of Prayers"
The Power of Prayers As a child, I was taught the importance of prayers. My parents would kneel beside me every night, holding my hands, and praying for our family's well-being. I didn't understand the significance of those moments then, but as I grew older, I realized that prayers were more than just words – they were a connection to something greater than myself.
Isra SaleemPublished 33 minutes ago in ConfessionsIt's Part of My Testimony
I woke up around 4am and used the bathroom. My stomach was growling. I ate a salad for dinner so It was pretty light. The first thing came to my mind was I hope Madelyn isn't hungry. She's a toddler and I'm an adult and her portion was heavier than mine but she's a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to feed her eventhough we get foodstamps every month. Cause of our diet it doesn't really last. I wish we could go to Dallas or Boston because those are the only places I submitted applications for housing. Other than that I'm trying to see what money I have to invest into something to create more money. I have about $300 coming in a month. I also have two ideas outside the youtube channel. My affirmation cards and the money binder, but I can't run a business out of a business because we're in temporary housing. So I'm putting all my energy into my youtube channel and I've seen significant increase in followers it's just not monetized yet. When I cry in front of her she tells me to breathe and its going to be ok but of course she doesn't understand my worry. To not be able to feed your child. That literally breaks my heart cause I been the one handing out food at the pantries to other moms. Lord knows I need clothes and comfortable shoes because I hurt my foot and my ankle is swollen. Having diabetes doesn't help it either. Being a victim is not for me, but sometimes i don't know how I'm going to do all of this. Child support and court I rather not for my own sanity but neither is struggling. I rather depend on God anyway, he always come through. Worrying doesn't help either, I'll just fast so my child can eat. Writing this really breaks my heart because I'm usually the giver, but I sinned. My daughter is a BLESSING & I love my daughter but I have so many regrets I can't seem to let go of. Like coming back to my hometown after having a successfull career out of town. That ruined my life but I also feel like my faith is bigger than my downfalls. Finding the strength is what's keeping me grounded. Letting Go of all the past has put me in a position to start from scratch in my life. The worrying has to be let go of, that doesn't solve anything. Imagine waking up with all this on your mind as a parent. Financial security is one of thee only things I think of when it comes to her. I haven't even wrote a poem lately because I can't get into my creativity. Were trying to find a home in a decent area. Managing this low income and taking care of a growing toddler with no one to depend on. Jesus! Times like this I just keep my head high cause one thing I'm not doing is quiet quitting or giving up on her. It's really hard to change my thoughts but I know it'll get better. He didn't bring me this far to give up on us. Three years in by myself. Since I'm staying in a temporary shelter, focusing on quality time and hugs is going to get us by. I'm promising my child that once I get out of here it's up. This story is going to be part of my testimony. I know I can. I can, I can, I can. Have to plug that affirmation in my brain. We lost everything, but material things can be replaced. On my life I know this season won't go in vain.
I Am Sav ReneePublished about 4 hours ago in ConfessionsConfronting My Childhood Fear
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of fear in my childhood is about being brave. I was probably 8 years old and spent a few weeks in summer at my grandparents’ farm.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished about 5 hours ago in Confessionspilot
In the tumultuous landscape of Lamar's life, the struggle for survival began long before he could even comprehend its implications. From the earliest days of his existence, he was thrust into a world where adversity loomed large, casting shadows that threatened to engulf his very soul. Born into a reality shaped by violence and neglect, Lamar's journey was one marked by hardship and heartache, yet also by moments of profound resilience and unwavering hope.
lamar breauxPublished about 8 hours ago in Confessionsthe fall of hope
In the heart of a weathered neighborhood, where the sun seemed hesitant to shine and the streets whispered tales of hardship, there lived a boy named Lamar. His name carried echoes of hope, yet his story was woven with threads of adversity and resilience. From the moment he entered this world, Lamar's innocence was both a blessing and a burden, a light that flickered defiantly in the face of darkness.
lamar breauxPublished about 10 hours ago in ConfessionsThe Ocean of Grief'
I never knew how vast and deep the ocean of grief was until I lost my mother. It was as if I had been standing on the shore, watching the waves roll in, never realizing that I would soon be swept away by its crushing tides.
Isra SaleemPublished about 11 hours ago in ConfessionsThe Weight of Embarrassment
I still remember the day it happened. The day that would haunt me for years to come. The day that would make me question my very existence.
Isra SaleemPublished about 11 hours ago in ConfessionsThe Headache'
As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom. It started with a dull ache in my head, a nagging sensation that refused to subside. At first, I thought it was just a typical headache, one that would fade away with some rest and painkillers. But as the days went by, the pain only intensified, spreading like a dark cloud across my mind.
Isra SaleemPublished about 11 hours ago in ConfessionsThe Mirror of Self-Reflection'
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but stare at the stranger staring back at me. The eyes, the nose, the lips – everything was familiar, yet somehow, it didn't feel like me. It was as if I was gazing at a mask, a disguise that I had been wearing for so long that I had forgotten what lay beneath.
Isra SaleemPublished about 11 hours ago in ConfessionsDisadvantage of Early Marriage For Women
In a world where societal norms often dictate the timeline for marriage, many young women find themselves grappling with the decision to tie the knot at an early age. While marriage is traditionally viewed as a joyous union, it's essential to acknowledge the potential drawbacks, particularly when it comes to early marriage for women. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the negative effects of early marriage, shedding light on the challenges and consequences faced by young brides.
Paras SharmaPublished about 12 hours ago in ConfessionsTHE BULLY 3
The bully 3. Caleb's eyes grew red, his nails growing long as he awaited Desmond, who was determined to fulfill his evil desire.
echi monday echemPublished about 15 hours ago in ConfessionsOnly By Chance
I'd managed to get a decent rest and wake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the later morning light and my mind free of overbearing, scattered thinking swirling around in my skull as it certainly does at times. Last night I tossed and I turned for quite some time before smoking a joint made up of scrapes of tobacco from the fireplace shelf and stems of weed snapped and broken up into a smokable product. I chewed another half a pill along with it, enough to cause a temporary numbing effect, and after finishing the remainder of wine I managed to doze into a restful slumber. I stirred a morning coffee from the jar I'd been given by the help service that offers food and toiletries and bus tickets, those sorts of things for people in need. There was no kettle in my room and no kitchen for us to use, so I made a lukewarm coffee with hot water from the bathroom tap. Returning to my room from the wet street outside where I'd smoked two cigarettes I fell into a state of unwanting. My consciousness told me I had to play guitar and I ignored it for a moment. It told me I needed to write down a line that I'd just thought of and I ignored that too. I decided I needed to do nothing at all except simply watch the drizzling of rain fall from the clouded view of the sunlight-struck windows in my upstairs room. To pause and observe the supposed necessities that my brain conjured up, when all that was needed was to be, brought peace. It was becoming quite obviously easier to sit with myself and allow myself to be present, right here in the heart of life where nothing peculiar or spectacular occurred. Many days in the past week since I'd arrived I had enjoyed people watching in the way my Mother had taught me. This, and watching the birds and feeling the sun and thinking of the clouds and reading a book and tasting the wine, all things I could do, to be. I am here.
Michael O'ConnorPublished about 15 hours ago in Confessions