God Forgive Me I Have Sinned Novels & Stories

There will always be somebody else that is more significant than her. 'No one knows what I've been going through all these years.' She stopped dancing and looked up at the sky full of twinkling stars 'Oh, God. Don't hate me, I just don't want to fake it anymore. I am sorry if I committed a sin. I gave my all to you but why... Why am I still suffering like this? Why do I feel so inadequate? What did I do to make you not treat me fairly? I thought you were everything; you helped us to survive; you helped us in everything. But—I'm sorry... I shouldn't doubt your grace, I'm sorry... I couldn't hold on to you anymore. I am losing my faith. Now, I am given a chance to face my fears and be true to

Why do you always believe in others? I was even more hurt because of the sad song I heard. And because I couldn't sleep, I got up and tried to pray just to fall asleep. "Lord, I came before you this evening feeling sad and depressed. As I consider my mistakes, the ways I have sinned against you and others, my heart breaks to see my actions in the mirror of my conscience, and I feel lost. When I remember the love you have for us, it deepens my grief for what I have done, and I wish I could take it all back. I know the only way is forward, however. To move in that direction, I desperately need your forgiveness. May your mercy wash me of all my sins and cleanse my heart of evil desires. Your wi

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

I walked down the aisle, pulled to a sensation that brought peace to my soul as I declared. “Lord Jesus, please forgive me, I confess that I have committed a grave sin against You. I believe Jesus that You died, were buried and You rose again for my justification. I accept You as my Lord and my Saviour. I ask for Your mercy, heal my soul, give me a clean slate, sanctify my heart and give me victory over my flesh.” I heard something crack open…my life will never remain the same.

Before she knew what was happening, she went down on her knees, putting her two hands together and placing them near her lips before she shut her eyes. Here went nothing. “Dear Father, I have sinned and I am here to ask for forgiveness. If my life had gone the way it was supposed to, I wouldn’t have done all of these things. I would have remained steadfast. I would have remained with Clinton and I wouldn’t have left the church, but life is such a bitch. The cards that I was dealt were not in my favor, and so I had to make it work somehow. Forgive me for all the wrongs I’m currently doing and forgive me for the ones I’d do in the future. I hope that one day, I can find my way back to you. For

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Georgia sniffled, cradling his big body into her embrace as she hummed softly, “I know, honey. I know.” “Dear Goddess, I pray for you. I pray for you to ease the pain my son is feeling. Heal his broken heart. Heal his broken soul. What sin had he committed to deserve this unbearable pain? What mistake had he committed to suffer like this? I’m begging you with my soul. Ease his pain. Show him the way. Guide him to his destination.” she prayed in her heart.

, I spoke to myself. I wiped my tear that left my eyes. "Isabella..", my father called out. "No dad.I have done unforgivable sin. Almighty father forgive me for my sin. I deserve it dad", I wiped my tears that's now falling out. "Isabella Collins", he called out again. "Don't stop me dad. I'm a sinner! I deserve it! No one cares for me in this selfish world! I'm all alone..I'm unlucky", I continued wiping my tears.

She shook her head slowly, her voice carrying the warmth of unshaken faith. “Can a mother forget her suckling child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? She may forget… yet I will not forget thee, saith the Lord.” His gaze flickered, as though something within him wished to hope, but dared not yet. “And if I have disobeyed,” he whispered, “to a depth where forgiveness no longer reaches?” She did not flinch. “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men, whether against the Father or the Son. But the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven.”

Just tell me who. Silence answered me. “I’ll apologize,” I begged again. “I’ll make it right. Just tell me what you want.” The response was another blow, then another, until my body shook and my thoughts scattered. “This is for everything,” someone muttered. “For everything,” I repeated weakly, my head drooping. “I know I’m a bad person. I know. I’ve sinned. I’ll pay for it.” “You are paying already,” a voice replied. I passed out again.