I’ve had moments with God, but nothing like this. Moments where I felt God’s presence as I realized God sees all of me, even my darkest parts, and he still Loves me. I was incredibly moved that someone who has seen me at my worst still Loved me.
Yet, never has a wind blown in my room, or a light shone in the darkness. I’ve had my depressing moments too. Moments where I begged God to please kill me. I couldn’t do it myself (didn’t want to hurt my family), but I just begged in begged. No voice answered these Moments, it was not until years later that I was able to feel God’s Love.
So I am a little jealous reading this just like I was jealous hearing about Saints as a child. I didn’t understand why God only choose some people to talk to. I still don’t really understand.
AngelicView: I want to share this amazing STE (Spiritually Transformative Event) with all of you today. Thanks to John for sharing your story 🙂
In the late winter of 1984, I was despondent and contemplating suicide. I had acquired two razor blades and had a plan to end my life. From that despair came the greatest spiritual experience that has ever happened me. Here is the story of the night God visited me.
In 1983, I entered monastery in central Minnesota. At this time I won’t go into all the background about my life, but I was troubled on a lot of different levels and I had become convinced that I needed to go to the monastery to pursue a life of contemplation and spirituality. I felt estranged from my family, sort of a failure at college, a failure at relationships, without too many prospects for a good future. At…
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