Unexplainable Feeling to Read the Bible

Unexplainable Feeling to Read the Bible

Unexplainable Feeling to Read the Bible I used to say I found God in jail. But as my relationship with God grew, I realized I didn’t find God at all. I was chosen by God. In (John 15:16) Jesus told his disciples “You did not choose Me, but I chose you…” I used to read the Bible and think these types of verses didn’t apply to me. He was only talking to His disciples. Disciple means “a learner” or “one who follows one’s teaching” In (John 8:31) Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are truly my disciples.” I don’t believe He came from heaven just to save a few fishermen. He came to save the world, save you, save me. One of the last things Jesus did before ascending back to heaven was give the disciples the great commission, to go and make disciples of all the nations. That was their whole mission, they accomplished that by preaching and giving us His Word, The Bible, with the help of the Holy Spirit. So, we are disciples, or followers of Christ. We are Christians. In (Ephesians 1:4) Paul said, “that God chose us in Christ before the foundation of the world.” When I discovered this truth, it brought new meaning to my life. God, the creator of the

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A Mother’s Choice: Sell Her Body or Keep Her Baby?

A Mother’s Choice: Sell Her Body or Keep Her Baby?

A Mother’s Choice: Sell Her Body or Keep Her Baby? I was a high-class escort sex industry worker making $160,000 back in the late 80’s and early 90’s. I never worked on the streets. My clients consisted of wealthy professional men in villas, elaborate homes and expensive hotels. I carried a pager to conduct my business. This was during the time when the Internet wasn’t born. At $160,000 a year, I should have been able to support my son and me just fine. Abortion was never an option. I never considered adoption either. Though I didn’t know who the father was, nothing would ever separate me from my baby. I knew inside I would be the type of mom that would be overprotective. I had our whole lives planned out. I could be that career woman and have it all. I couldn’t have been more wrong. My journey began when I was 17. My stepfather had introduced me. He was 57. He told me I was going to become a model. He told me lies and I believed him. He gave me a fancy new car, a condo and anything money could buy, but I never saw the cash. In turn, he was taking my money and profiting off of my destruction. After a few years, I escaped only to find

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