” A Story Of Faith” : Based on Beth Moore’s ” Believing God” character; Angela.

A Story Of Faith
Part 1
By: Angie Sarich

This is a story about the girl named, “ Angela” in Beth Moore’s “ Believing God” session 2.

I was given permission to include it within this story.  So copying this would be illegal.

I hope you enjoy it:)

Faith was at her wits end with life. She was delirious and practically incoherent. Switching between
Her morning alcohol and her “ vitamins” as she called the narcotics. The scars on her arms only tell half of her story. The scars on the inside were too painful and heartbreaking to bring to the surface.
She lost her identity somewhere on the subway, and she lost her purity at some college party.
Every promise anyone ever made in her life was broken. She was like a ripple in the sea, just another face to add to the world, but veered as much out of sight as possible. To be invisible meant she didn’t have to share her heart with anyone, it meant she didn’t have to share her past.

She walked into the lit alley, still high from the drugs she was given by a “ friend”. The air was freezing, and she barely had enough layers to her clothing. “ I just want all of it to end.”
She said to herself, as she slowly continued grasping her heels into the concrete.

She grabbed a cigarette out of her purse, and lit it. Feeling dizzy, she made her way over to the curb to sit down, and began to cry.

Out of the darkness a figure appears. Faith doesn’t notice, or really care.
The moon shadows over a young girl. She is not much older than Faith.
She stands behind her.

“ Excuse me, but are you okay, can I help you?” the young girl asks.

Faith pulls herself out of the palms of her hands, and looks up at the girl.
She gives her a irritated look, and stumbles to her feet.
The young girl backs away, and Faith starts down the sidewalk again.

The young girl sees the condition Faith is in, and knows she does need help.

“ Listen, I’m sorry. It’s just that you were sitting where I sleep.”
She sits down on the curb, and pulls out some items out of her backpack,
Faith looks back to see the items the girl pulls out of a little bag.
A book, and a pencil.

The young girls appearance shocks her. She feels her throat develop a lump,
as she asks, “ You, you sleep here.”

The young girl smiles and nods. The small torn book sits her hands.

Faith goes back and sits by the girl.
“ Do you need something to eat, or a place to eat, or something?”

She digs through her pockets and handbag looking for some loose change,
And finds some broken crackers.

The young girl pretends she doesn’t hear what Faith asked.

“ Its quite comfortable isn’t it?” she pats the curb, and opens the book in her lap.

Faith sits there looking at the girl in confusion and amazement.
“ Huh.”

The young girl puts her hand out to Faith, “ My name is Grace.”
Faith shakes her hand and shares her name as well.

“ Its beautiful isn’t it?” Grace looks up into the night sky at all the stars.

Faith agrees.

As they both just sit there with no words, she can’t help but think that this is the first conversation she had with someone that didn’t result in an argument or physical fight.

“ So why were you crying?” Grace turns her head to ask.

Faith puts her head down.

“ Its okay, you don’t have to tell me.” She answers.

Faith pushes her emotions down into her stomach.

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LSOF: Trust and Believe

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I have to get to this Philosophy paper, but I just wanted to share a thought with you that I had after the message Sunday.

Trusting God seems so much harder to do then Believe…I mean think about it.
The word ” trust” itself…it makes me think of a huge treasure chest with a lock on it,
while ” believe” I picture a feather that flows in the wind…am I the only one that feels this way?

I tried to ask my friend in passing on Sunday, the response was, ” Ang, that’s too deep for me.”

So what about you…???

I need to find my blue bracelette…

I am having it rough lately. Chaos beckons to me from all around. I can’t seem to keep myself from letting it affect me. I’ve tried, but its become a lot to take in. I know the Author and Perfector of my Faith, but even knowing He is there sometimes doesn’t bring the peace I need right then, and its horrible to say, because I should be able to lean on Him for everything…I am sorry, I guess I am having a Job moment.

Anyway, I just want to ask for prayer you guys, I don’t ask often, but this time around, things seem to be more than I can pray for alone.

My job is persecuting me left and right, and the harder I work and go beyond my position is the more I become a target to get pulled into the office…its not supposed to work that way

I make too much money there to look for something new, so please oh please, be on your knees for me.

I love you all:)

Angie

1. God is who He says He is
2. God can do what He says He can do
3. I am who God says I am
4. I can do all things through Christ
5. God’s Word is alive and active in me….

Tassels on Garments
37 The LORD said to Moses, 38 “Speak to the Israelites and say to them: ‘Throughout the generations to come you are to make tassels on the corners of your garments, with a blue cord on each tassel. 39 You will have these tassels to look at and so you will remember all the commands of the LORD, that you may obey them and not prostitute yourselves by going after the lusts of your own hearts and eyes. 40 Then you will remember to obey all my commands and will be consecrated to your God. 41 I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt to be your God. I am the LORD your God.’

A little art with words of Beth Moore:)

Hello everyone, I don’t know what kind of day you might be having as you’ve come here, but I WILL tell you mine was less than amazing; so I popped in my ” Believing God” audiobook, and this was at the end of Session #2 trk 5.

I NEEDED a good word:) So no matter what kind of day you are having, I think you could use a good word too!!!

Believing God

Benediction

He is Eloheim Creator, Omnipotent; Who RULES.

He is the Sovereign KING OF GLORY,

and Earth, is HIS footstool.

He is the ALPHA and OMEGA, beginning and the end.

He sends forth lightning, that later checks back in with Him.

He SPEAKS worlds into existence,

And spins them out in space,

Gives orders to the morning, and shows dawn its place.

He prophesizes the future, then orders it fulfilled.

Bares fruit from a landscape, that man has never tilled.

He feeds beasts of the field

from the palm of His hand.

He watches while they bare their young, then teaches them to stand.

He gives the seas their boundaries, and hides His creatures deep.

Teaches eagles how to fly; nest upon a steep.

He makes the clouds His chariot, and rides them on the wings of the wind.

He champions the victim, and brings proud men to an end.

He is Emmanuel, God with us, Come to earth through Christ,

He is the Kinsman, Redeemer, who paid the slaveman’s price.

He is the KING OF KINGS, Lord of Lords, and WORTHY is the lamb!

He holds the keys to life eternal

Where the dead in Christ now stand.

He is enthroned between the Cherub rum

Great is His reward

The devil His defeated foe,

The weapon His swift sword

The story has a moral,

So I’ll hasten lest you tire

Whoever you perceived He is,

You might aim higher!

-Beth Moore (Believing God)

I am hoping I spelled everything right LOL…But I loved it and thought you would too!!!

Be Blessed:)

ang