I've questioned myself several times before, whether I believe in He who created me, or do I find more relevance in rationalism. I can't call myself a

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I’ve questioned myself several times before, whether I believe in He who created me, or do I find more relevance in rationalism. I can’t call myself a confirmed atheist, because at some point ,the Lord was all that I was holding on to. Neither can I call myself his believer because I haven’t stepped into a church since last year. After reading Change of Heart, the answer became more ambiguous that before. If God was really here with us, why did he even put us into miseries? Even if miseries were said to be lessons for us, why is there a need for lesson if all we ever have to do is have faith in Him? If everything Christianity has taught us was from the bible, then shouldn’t the author of the bible be called our God? But He didnt write it. It was all their words, people’s thoughts and beliefs of what He wanted us to do. Why didn’t he write it, instead he appointed his followers to? I’ve tones of question running wild in my head, and they all revolve around the same topic, dear Lord, were you listening when I prayed in your name? Have you forgiven me for all that I’ve sinned? I doubt if I will ever get an answer, but when I do at least I’m sure all that people have believed in, He is right there for all of us.

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Last week my aunty Vivian visited. I love netlike my own mom. How about a bath before lunch? She asked? Sure I said . I’ma 13 yr old girl but aunty does a “special” bath . Sometimes my mommy is in the room and sometimes Billy my step brother. O just close my eyes and enjoy. She fills the hot tub and I get in. Here sweetie. Sit on this soft seat. It only left my Fanny in a little water. She started at my feet. She knew I was ticklish and went slowly teeen each toe. Since my legs were spread open she slipped her soapy hands up my thighs to cup my peepee. Have to per sweetie? No aunty. Back to my feet. I loved her soapy hands on my feet. My peeee got all tingly. I dawmy little t****** n****** getting stiff snd rubbed my palms over my breasts. Your toes marking your. Peepee tingle a little? I’m hummed I said. Take a deep breath and hold it. I did so. Hrrr soapy hands on my slid up my leg, scratched my thigh a little, slid onto my peepee and quickly plunged up into my peepee hole. The hot hard pain speared my brain. Oooooowwweewwe I yelled.i lookkedddoen to see blood in the water. Auntys finger was deep inside my peepee hole. She was moving her finger in and out and out. O more pain. She them washed my t******, my Fanny, and I stood to dry. She held me close and whispered to me. Now your peepee is worth gold seeetie. Lots of gold.

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