I shamelessly prayed for guidance. I was worried that I would run out of time.
I went to bed last night with the realisation that I don't have much time left.
I need proof honestly that God exists and that He loves and hears me.
What was I supposed to do with my life. What was the point in living?
You can’t say you love God and have hate for someone.
One night in desperation, I fell to my knees and prayed for a miracle.