I have sinned.
And I think the sin I have committed is worse that that of the most brutal murderes of all time. Not that these crimes arent sinfull too, they are, but mine are greater.
Look at Stalin. What he did was bad. But he did it, because he thought it was the best. It was paranoia, and he thought he needed to kill innocent people to win the war.
Then consider someone, who didnt do the bad, but thought about it and enjoyed it. This is a sinner. I was among those.
When I was younger, about 8 years old or something, and up when I was 18 years old, I was the biggest sinner of history. I am 20 years old now.
I thought and enjoyed the worst things. The worst things was:
When I was about 8 years old, I cant remember, I asked someone who was good at drawing, to draw a litle baby for me, who was kicked by a soldier. I enjoyed it.
Thats not the worst part though.
The worst part was when something inside me, which I tried to actually combat.
I was 17 years old.
We visited my grandma.
After the visit, I thought that it was disturbing to always visit her when we were at the area. So I was cold and hard and thought the worst thought ever, of which I have hated myself since that.
I thought this: "I wish she would get a dangerous disease which will kill her so we dont have to visit her anymore."
Just after I thought that I thought: "How disgusting. That is brutal. Of course I dont wish that."
4 months later she got diagnosed with cancer and could not be treated. She died in July 2005 from cancer.
I am so sorry for this, and I dont know how to ever, ever recieve forgiveness or even forgive myself this horrible thought.
I am so sorry, what should I do?
I feel like I am going to eternal damnation.
I have never told this story before.
Please help me.
I am a sinner and I regret it and confess.
I regret it, because I am sorry for what I did.
I do not regret it because of my eventual punishment which is OCD.
I regret it, because I am sorry for what I did, and I hate myself.
Of course, after I heard that she was sick, I prayed to God to stop it, and since then I have had OCD.
I have regret it ever since, I knew she was sick. I prayed and prayed.
She did however get 1 more year to live in.
I do not hope my grandma would hate me for this.
I ask for forgiveness. What do I do?
I have asked for forgiveness in more than 2 years.
I remember when I was sitting beside her bed when she was dying and silently inside my head repeatedly said "I am sorry for what I did, I am sorry, I do not wish this, I love my grandma, I hate myself for this."
When she died, I was told that she had felt bad in 3 years but did nothing about it, and only the one she lived with, not a husband, but something similar, told that she had been sick for a long time.
I do not know if it was my praiers that worked, and God changed the history...
I miss her, and I would like to see her again, but I cant. I cried when I heard she was sick. I cried when she was diagnosed. I cried when she got weaker. I cried when she was dying. I cried when she died. Now nearly 1 year after she died, I still dream about her and miss her.
I never sin again. However, history can not be changed by man, and I am a sinner...
Help me.
And I think the sin I have committed is worse that that of the most brutal murderes of all time. Not that these crimes arent sinfull too, they are, but mine are greater.
Look at Stalin. What he did was bad. But he did it, because he thought it was the best. It was paranoia, and he thought he needed to kill innocent people to win the war.
Then consider someone, who didnt do the bad, but thought about it and enjoyed it. This is a sinner. I was among those.
When I was younger, about 8 years old or something, and up when I was 18 years old, I was the biggest sinner of history. I am 20 years old now.
I thought and enjoyed the worst things. The worst things was:
When I was about 8 years old, I cant remember, I asked someone who was good at drawing, to draw a litle baby for me, who was kicked by a soldier. I enjoyed it.
Thats not the worst part though.
The worst part was when something inside me, which I tried to actually combat.
I was 17 years old.
We visited my grandma.
After the visit, I thought that it was disturbing to always visit her when we were at the area. So I was cold and hard and thought the worst thought ever, of which I have hated myself since that.
I thought this: "I wish she would get a dangerous disease which will kill her so we dont have to visit her anymore."
Just after I thought that I thought: "How disgusting. That is brutal. Of course I dont wish that."
4 months later she got diagnosed with cancer and could not be treated. She died in July 2005 from cancer.
I am so sorry for this, and I dont know how to ever, ever recieve forgiveness or even forgive myself this horrible thought.
I am so sorry, what should I do?
I feel like I am going to eternal damnation.
I have never told this story before.
Please help me.
I am a sinner and I regret it and confess.
I regret it, because I am sorry for what I did.
I do not regret it because of my eventual punishment which is OCD.
I regret it, because I am sorry for what I did, and I hate myself.
Of course, after I heard that she was sick, I prayed to God to stop it, and since then I have had OCD.
I have regret it ever since, I knew she was sick. I prayed and prayed.
She did however get 1 more year to live in.
I do not hope my grandma would hate me for this.
I ask for forgiveness. What do I do?
I have asked for forgiveness in more than 2 years.
I remember when I was sitting beside her bed when she was dying and silently inside my head repeatedly said "I am sorry for what I did, I am sorry, I do not wish this, I love my grandma, I hate myself for this."
When she died, I was told that she had felt bad in 3 years but did nothing about it, and only the one she lived with, not a husband, but something similar, told that she had been sick for a long time.
I do not know if it was my praiers that worked, and God changed the history...
I miss her, and I would like to see her again, but I cant. I cried when I heard she was sick. I cried when she was diagnosed. I cried when she got weaker. I cried when she was dying. I cried when she died. Now nearly 1 year after she died, I still dream about her and miss her.
I never sin again. However, history can not be changed by man, and I am a sinner...
Help me.
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