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What is God?

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What is God?
For me, that’s a somewhat difficult question to answer, because I don’t think there is one definition. I believe that God is everything. That sticky note by your computer, the annoying fly buzzing around your head, those flowers at the park that smell so good, sunsets and night and sunrises in the morning. He is in you and me even if you don’t want him to be, He gives you trials to test you and triumphs to make you believe. He is everything you love and everything you don’t.
I believe that the Lord will always be there if you want him to be. If you open your heart and your mind to Jesus he will welcome you and love you, (more than he already does), and give you everything you need. Not want. Need. Praying is always good but just saying, ‘God, I would really like that new CD. Will you have my mom buy it for me?’ or something like, ‘God, make it rain so I won’t have to go to practice this afternoon,’ will never work. I think that’s why a lot of people turn away from God. They blatantly ask for things like this and don’t get results so they assume God doesn’t exist. You have to follow and love God with all of your heart and he will always give you what you need.
Here is an example of this.
Last summer, I went to a church retreat in South Padre Island, Texas. I live in Iowa and we drove in a charter bus for thirty hours, only stopping for food. By the time we got there I had some crazy knots up by my left shoulder blade. It hurt just to move my arm. This pain didn’t really go away throughout the week. If anything it got worse. On Wednesday, I did something to it, (I honestly don’t remember what), and it just hurt. I could hardly move my left arm.
That night, we had a special worship service where everyone at the entire retreat took a couple of minutes and found their own secluded place and just talked to God one-on-one. (It brings tears to my eyes just remembering it because it was so magical). I said a lot of things to God that night. I invited him into my life and just talked about thing that were on my mind. But I never mentioned my arm and shoulder and back hurting, I never asked him to heal me, I didn’t ask for anything. As the service went on my mind was not by any means on my pain because the service was just too moving. On the walk back to the hotel I realized something. I was in absolutely no pain. Nothing. My arm didn’t hurt, my shoulder didn’t hurt, the knots in my back didn’t even hurt. The rest of the week and the entire ride home, my back did not hurt me at all.
I opened my heart and my mind to God and he helped me. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t sit there during my conversation with him and say, ‘God, my back hurts. Make my back not hurt.’ The Lord healed me because he loves me and I needed to be healed.
To me, God is more than just what the Bible says he is. He’s all those things and more. Anything and everything you can possibly think of, the Lord is.
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Wow. This is exactly what I've come to realise. I'm glad that you found that too! I agree that God gives us what we need, when we need it. And maybe along the way you'll discover that you got something you wanted too!
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It's cool to see someone who's spiritual life has been changed for the better. These kinds of stories are always inspirational, certainly.

I just have some advice for further future writings on this subject. Make sure you capture every moment of your waking life for the next one, so that the readers can understand what it means to be you, and what God represents in your life. Try to write in such a way that the readers will understand why this is so important to you.

THere you have it, at any rate. Wonderful work, mate.
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Amen.
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I liked this. It explains what God is, why yoiu believe in him and what he does. I think you might get a placing for that (but.. you have to... only three people entered)Anyways. I liked it.
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Beautiful!! Is inspiring I love to hear about fellow believers experiences.

It's beautiful, it's your opinion its 's what you believe in, and what many of us believe in, but not only that, you have faith in Him and that is the most important thing ever.
I just had similar experience, I rote a story about it and a poem if you would like to read it just PM me and I'll give you the link.

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i might call it a little miracle.

this is a really interesting piece of work you had posted here and i agree with what you said. Whenever people pray they usally have the ideal that God will alwasy their answer instantly or in that form. ANd when they are not answered, they begin to doubt but they do not look at the bigger picture. God answer the prayer but in some way that will lead into that fulfillness.

This is a lovely piece of writing you had achieve and i really love the experience you had. I am glad to hear more of your stories some day.
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Not many people can provide an explanation to that question as good as you did. The only problem I saw was that when you wrote "Here is an example of this." instead of a . you should of put a :.
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Something similar happened to me!
i was at sleep away church camp as well with my best friend in the world!
anyway she's one year younger so she was in a different age group activities. we still got to see eachother in the cabin. but one day at dinner she came in. her hair was hanging over her face. i asked her to sit down and i noticed she was crying. she had gotten something in her eye and it was all red and poofy. i quickly took her to the nurse and she had to wear the eyepatch. she said that it really hurt and i felt like crying. especailly when she said she might go home early. it was only the second day and we were there until sunday. that same night we were walking to our cabin late at night from worship and i got bit by something on my foot. it didn't feel like an ant bite. i instantly knew it was a spider bite. my foot swelled and i literally thought i was going to die right there.
later that night i was in bed and i prayed. i never pray FYI, only for big exams in school and that my mom wont kill me if i fail, ect.
So before we go to bed Amy, our campy counslour, has a mini worship session with us. she told us that when we're praying we need to speak to God like he's your friend. so here is my prayer word for word.
Yo God,
i got bit by a spider tonight- and i really miss my mom (she got in a bad car accident while i was away at camp)
I don't want to die now. i want to see my mom when i get home. i miss her so much. and Bailey, i don't want you to send her home. i love her some much. i don't want her eye to fall out. i'm sorry for beating up on my brother. he's so annoying, i thought you saw everything. i can't breath. it's hard to breath. *starts to cry softly* (this is the part where he was like, WELL YOU CAN BURN IN HELL FOR PICKING ON YOUR BROTHER!!)
I want to live God.
Amen

So somehow i found the strength to get up and go to the restrooms inside the cabin. i blew my nose and i felt so much better. it was as if the spider bite had traveled out through my nose and into the tissue. i was blessed that night.

the next morning my friend said she was feeling better. she didn't even need the eyes patch.

later that evening i got an Email from my ad saying that my mom made it through. and she was going to be okay.

i felt like i really got un touch with God that night. he was my little homie!
Amen...
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I'm so glad to see someone who shares my beliefs on here. I feel like there are so many stories like yours and I love to hear them. You really should keep telling people about it, and even though I know it was a contest, I think that's pretty brave. These days, i feel like there are a good number of people who would try and pick that apart and spit in your eye in a way. I was going to join that contest, but I honestly had no way I could describe god. I don't think there is a way to. The question, what is god? is an impossible one. Because god can't be contained in the word what. I just don't know how to write a long story about that haha. So basically, kudos to you, because there's really no way to pick that apart.
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