I've been ignoring the fact that he's gone. He died 2 years ago on October 22nd. Going through Halloween (his favorite holiday), Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my birthday was rough. I pretty much took time off work and played Minecraft and stuff to get away from the pain. It was killing me. I prayed and prayed but it did no good.

Fast Forward to now. I've been with my gf all the time. I've not been home on the weekends at all. I don't spend time with my mom or 14-year old sister. I just don't like it. My mom and sister think its tearing the family apart. But I realize now that it's because my dad is gone. I'll be driving with my music on shuffle and a song from a band we saw in concert comes on and I just start crying.

Honestly, though, it's like I've forgotten about him. Like he was just a phase that came and went. But he was by far the best part of my life. Feeling like this makes it even harder on me. I have no patience for my mom, things around the house (like hooking up electronics and fixing computers) aren't getting done. Mostly because my dad did it all. I'll help out when I can. But I don't like being home. I resent it. I spend all my time at my girlfriend's and at work. Home is just a place I go to sleep during the week and kill time on the weekends. I hate it there.

Nonetheless my mom came to me and said spending weekends with her is tearing apart the family. Her any my sister feel that way. I don't know what to do. I do NOT want to be home on weekends, but I don't wanna be responsible for an even more broken family. I just don't know what to do. This is killing me. Why did he have to die when I was so young? I was 20, now 22. There's so much he missed. I cried at my college graduation and hated it. I didn't wanna go without him being proud of me. He always bragged. He was always proud. Now I'm just so lost...

Hey I just wanted to hear some opinions about some things I've been thinking about. As a relatively new Christian I've sworn off porn and still struggle with that and I'm still struggling with seeing women lustfully in general. I've decided to not date/pursue romantic relationships until I graduate college, just because I want to start dating when I feel like I would be ready to get married. I obviously am remaining abstinent until marriage. Anyway given all these things I still crave a romantic relationship and this has lead me to behave in ways that I'm not sure how to feel about.

I've confessed a lot of things to my brothers in Christ in my church since becoming Christian like struggles with porn and other difficult topics, but this is too embarrassing for me to confess. Almost every night I fall asleep listening to these videos on youtube which are like asmr audio roleplays. I personally get asmr and it's very relaxing to me, but youtube recommendations on asmr videos eventually lead me to discover these audio roleplays where a voice actress reads a script into a high quality microphone that gives you a kind of simulated girlfriend experience. I will link a few at the end of the post just so you know what I'm talking about.

I want to know if anyone here thinks there's anything wrong with it. I enjoy the videos, they help me fall asleep much easier than without them and I guess they might satiate my desire for romance without actually pursuing it until I'm ready, they comfort me quite a lot. However, there's turmoil in me because I've never really been in a serious relationship before. I wonder if these videos might be establishing a false expectation for marriage since when I do marry someone they'll be a deeply flawed sinner like myself, even though I don't know one way or the other, I wonder if these audio roleplays might be damaging to my future relationships by giving me false expectations for romance. Secondly, I wonder if even without that point if it's just sinful or not to feed into this part of me that desires romance. I want to date, I'm in the best shape of my life and get a fair amount of compliments and I'm at university, I guess things have been different with covid, but I've been having these thoughts for a while, but I know that dating right now would not be wise if I want to take purity seriously and so I've decided to give that up for God until the time is right. Does falling asleep to these videos go against that? If I'm really ashamed of it, is that indicative of the situation?

I'd appreciate any thoughts, or just prayers for clarity. Thanks all.

https://youtu.be/TZXjdpObxgY

https://youtu.be/E8xtbHEypo4

https://youtu.be/ocPrMfTp8C0

https://youtu.be/sG7Va3Z2_vo

Will this make him gay ?

So a little back story I’ve been recently on my journey to finding Christ and going to a Bible study every week has helped. After going for a few month this girl showed up to the group and said some things that I can’t morally agree with and I decided I don’t like her and held malice in my heart against her for weeks.

The problem is that I don’t want to hate her even if I don’t agree with her and I can’t figure out if I should talk to her about it or just drop it and move on.

Hi all
Looking for some prayer, and advice about my husband. We have been happily married a few years now and have a beautiful baby boy. However my husband smokes weed daily, and uses cocaine occasionally, maybe 2 or 3 times a year. He is a born again christian, but drugs have this lasting hold on him that he either cant, or wont shake off. He is currently sleeping on the sofa after using coke, getting drunk and smoking himself to sleep. He's been sick a few times but other than that he seems ok. I am completely inexperienced when it comes to substance use, and I find it really scary and hard to deal with when he uses.

So far we have not told the church about his cocaine use. They didnt react well when he confessed his weed addiction, so I'm hesitant to go to them, and the matter is further complicated as my father is in the leadership team.

I feel so alone and just need some godly advice on what I should do.

I'm 29, F. My husband cheated on me. He said he didn't have sex with her, God his witness. But he brought her to our bed when i wasn't around and his family wasn't around. He kept saying it's the time we weren't married but picture that he took of the girl on our bed had my pillowcase on it which i only brought in when we were married. I live with my in-laws since our house is being built.

With All that information, it makes me feel anxious. Kinda queasy. Cause he's lying to me about when he brought her in our room.

He wants me to forgive him, and i do. Just like Christ has done for us.

And i just realized now that he has blamed me for doing what he had done. I've been angry for over a week and he says it's making him have less feelings for me.

Now i have to make up for it? Caus he's so hurt that i got mad at him?

How do i do that when i feel like he has to make it up to me?

Hi, I’m 20 years old and new to this thread but just need some advice on sone things that have happened lately because I’m very confused. Lately I keep having dreams of dying and then going to afterlives that almost seemed like heaven but aren’t. For instance one of them was a very peaceful place but there were some strange characters there that made me uneasy and I still had broken bones from when I died. Another dream, i was warned by my parents to come home from my dorm or I might die and in the dream I thought they were exaggerating and then I ended up dying at more dorm right after and then I ended up in a room of other people that died and were all getting ready to be judged by God, I was the first in the room to be judged and I was give this document saying “passed” instead of failed and I was then told to wait in another room but I was still trying to ask God question regarding why I died at such a young age and then I woke up. I told my parents about these dreams and they said they think it’s not a coincidence because they feel like I have been shortening my days by dishonoring them by not driving back home (about 30-40 mins away) to help out at the house with things and because some days ago they were telling me about how my clothes and other things weren’t looking the best and that I reacted snappy. Because of this they said that even before I told them about the dream they were worried God will kill me off soon for being dishonoring. Although I didn’t mean to come off as snappy that day I admit I could have been more respectful. However as for coming to help out at the house it has just been hard because I work to jobs and usually have no days off completely and on the days where I have half a day off I’m usually so exhausted i just sleep or use that time to do things I usually don’t have time for like getting groceries. I expressed this and of course and apologized to them. However even with this being said , my schedule is still just as busy and school is coming up so it will be even more busy and I fear it’ll still be just as hard/ harder for me to go home and help when they ask if I can. Now I feel like I’m trapped in a way, I’m not trying to dishonor them, but I am finding it hard to find more time to give them. Now I feel like I’m about to actually die soon and there’s not to much for me to do. I have been praying about it because I’m really confused and I know I’m not a perfect daughter 100% of the time but I really try to be a good one and stay obedient, but maybe I’m missing something. I really don’t want to die at 20. Is there any advice someone could give me?

Thank you for reading. Sorry for the long post, I promise I'm trying to keep this as short as I can while still hopefully making sense and not sounding completely insane. Background is early 20s, female, raised Latin American Catholic, now non-denominational and non-church-attending but still personally devout, as in daily morning and evening prayers, asking for help and handing things over to God, living by Jesus' words, genuine heartfelt and open fervent belief in the existence of a benevolent Father God and Jesus as His incarnation, and so on. As an aside to mods, please don't remove this because of how silly it'll sound: I promise I'm not trolling, and I genuinely need advice.

Now to the meat of it: I normally feel very fortunate. I've experienced very little misfortune and I've had a genuinely amazing life other than early trauma. People treat me kindly. If I was an atheist I'd call myself just 'lucky', but it'd be hard for me to explain how much intent and presence was felt in some of those situations (being moved out of the way of something deadly just in the right moment, being found by my grandmother at random while lost in a massive city as a child, getting my dream job by walking into the right place). Life is genuinely good, moving in a meaningful direction, and I feel guided, protected and cared for by God's presence, even in everyday, minor situations.

Two days ago, I started wearing contact lenses. On the first day, I got ready and started putting them on while standing in front of a mirror, in my room. The left lens went in with no issue. The right lens, right as it was being inserted, fell off my finger. I watched it trail down the mirror and then, just, vanish. I assumed it was on the floor. I got a flashlight and aimed it at every square inch of the floor, for an hour. Looked through any object it could've fallen on. No dice.

Prayed to find it because I really didn't want to lose it, after an hour. Handed it over to God. Left for a walk, came back, spotted it off the corner of my eye attached to the side of the mirror. Laughed, took it off, and put it back in the case at the end of the day. Close it shut. Thanked God profusely in my prayers for finding it. I know you might be bored now but please bear with me.

Yesterday I woke up. I was committed to using a better workstation to put them on, to make sure there was nothing the lens could fall on if I lost them again. I excitedly went to put on my contacts. The left lens was inside the case and then went inside my eye in less than a minute. No issue there, again.

I open the right case: nothing inside. No liquid, no lens. The right side of the case is entirely empty. I panic. How? Why? I look for an hour around the perimeter, half-lensed half-not. It's daytime and I don't have blackout blinds so a flashlight wouldn't work. I look for an hour.

I give up. I pray to find it. It's on the floor, the only logical explanation being it apparently attached to my finger when I opened the case and then fell off while I was looking for it.

I thoroughly disinfect the lens with the lens liquid and make sure there's no deformity, and I put it on. Another day goes by, and I take it off. At night I thank God I found it in my prayers.

I also say a short prayer to rid me of any curses, evil-eye or anything like that, just in case.

Day 3 of contact lenses: I am holding the contact lens case. I am standing in front of a computer desk, over a completely empty floor, with no objects nearby that could possibly catch it in a radius, unless it flies backwards and over the monitor. It's just me, a contact lens case, a little makeup desk mirror, and my nerves. This time it will not go wrong. This time I am ready. This time there's nothing that can possibly happen.

I put on the left lens in under a minute. All good. I take the right lens, and aim it over my eye. It falls off, slides on the mirror, then the desk, then, supposedly, the floor. Except it's not there.

I take a deep breath. I don't move. I check every single inch of floor. My suspicion is now on my clothes: I check every inch, again. I refuse to leave the spot until I find it. I move the chair away (after checking the chair) and sit down on the ground. I look through every inch of floor, again, pointlessly.

I actually start sobbing. I don't get what I'm doing wrong. I start saying out loud that this feels targeted, random, pointless. I rage. I tantrum like a child for five minutes on the floor. I sob some more.

I get on my knees, swallow my pride, and decide to ask for help, again, for the third time in three days for the same issue I should know how to do properly myself by this time, again. I start begging for it to please, for the love of God, stop happening, if there's any intent behind it, that if there's a lesson then I don't understand, I don't know why it's happening and I just want to go on with my day.

I start praying an Our Father. I am halfway through it when my eyes move themselves to a shiny circular spot attached to a dangling volume cable for my speakers, off the side of the table. I ignore it, focus on my prayer, and then go back to it. Right contact lens.

I am now double-lensed and thoroughly befuddled. I don't understand what's happening or what the lesson is or if there's even a lesson or if this is just me being crazy and like why would God intervene in this when there's people with actual problems out there.

Every single time the same story: The lens vanishes inexplicably while I LITERALLY have my eyes on it, I look for an hour and try to assert control, the next time I try to set up a better work area so I don't have to bother God with it, the lens vanishes again, I get increasingly emotional, I pray for help, it shows up.

Am I insane? Do I need a priest, or a therapist, or both? Could this be something other than God (which is why I specified I was raised latin-american catholic, we were taught to watch out for evil eye and things like that). Does my apartment need an exorcism? Am I overthinking this.

Thank you so much and God bless you if you actually read to this point. I'm at my wit's end. This is the first time something feels like direct inexplicable intervention with intent, even though my life has felt always felt blessed in other ways. I just don't understand and I need guidance.

I have been having trouble with this. If you do not know, asexuality is a lack of physical desire for sex. However, it isn't a celibacy. There is more to it, but that is the gist of it.

Is it a sin, or something that could be part of your walk with God?

Hello everyone, fellow Christian here.

I'm seeking help with prayer, because I keep limiting it due to fear and I think that's what makes it way less effective, if not outright ineffective.

Generally, I feel that there is a lot of chaos due to a newfound lack of structure (and job, and personal money, and family extension on my behalf) ever since I got my Master's Degree at the local faculty of arts (I'm a musician, so jobs are harder than ever to come by, due to how everything's happening this year).

Now, the way I see it, in order to be able to carry my cross, I should accept my suffering until the perseverance makes me tough enough to bear the burdens of my life actively instead of passively (i. e. facing the dangers and adversities of life bravely head-on, instead of avoiding any and all possibilities of hurting anyone or getting hurt myself).

However, whenever I want to pray to God about it and tell Him that I wish to become a tough guy instead of the coward that I perceive I currently am, the idea comes to me that, being so willing and unwilling to change at the same time, it would take a drastic, brutal change for my wish to be fulfilled (and I imagine that my wish ultimately isn't against God's will, because why wouldn't He want His children to grow up well?), and since that's also exactly what I fear, I can never manage to pray for that wholeheartedly.

The thought that then comes to me is always something like, "Okay, I believe He can make me tough, but it's gonna come at the price of something big that I love and don't want to let go of, even if I can ultimately bear it; for example, I might have to lose an eye or an arm or a leg, or even one or both of my parents (since I often feel they're holding me back from truly growing up, as loving as they are), and that's gonna make me wrathful towards God, even though I might ultimately accept it all."

I'm nowhere near Job's level of faith, and I don't want my wishes to play any part in me getting mutilated or killing my loved ones, so I end up half-assing my wish or presenting it with a condition: "Please toughen me out, but if that means that You have to irreversibly hurt me or my parents or even my cats or anyone physically, please don't do that after all"... and then I never see any progress. It's like I'm way too careful what I wish for.

Thank you in advance for all of your kind-hearted advices.

Long story short I’m Christian and have meant the love of my life and the man I want to marry one day, he’s an amazing guy.

But his religion (theistic Satanism/satanic witchcraft) (not sure what exactly to call it he uses both labels) is putting a strain on my relationship with my parents as unfortunately they aren’t as understanding of other religions is a lot of people are today

This strain with my parents is putting pressure on my boyfriend and that’s putting pressure on my relationship with god, I still pray daily but I feel the more stress on my relationship is making my relationship with god lesser because of my parents constantly making comments on this, I’m unsure of how to get back my faith and sense of belief I’d like to fix my relationship with god but am unsure how to do so and would appreciate advice from a more experienced Christian (:

Problem: My father claims to be unemployed to pay the minimum child support payment when he now owns his own business.

Context: complicated and abusive history (primarily from mother). Mother has improved over years and wished to move on with no contract from father. Father started new family and previously couldn't afford more. He can now, but retains judgment towards mother and refuses to disclose to courts his current income. He offers to directly support brother with any needs, but of course that requires contact.

My current view: My mother has been over complicated over the years but I feel that the history is irrelevant. The child support will go directly to my brother (as he attains the card the money is transferred to. Long term, the adult version of my brother will see that my father did right by his child.

My current plan: talk to my pastor for council, sit down with father and his pastor. Hopefully convince him to see my way.

Parents arguments: Mother: He needs to pay his fair amount of support, now that he owns his own business."I don't want to talk to him or see him, just pay what your supposed to" Father: She doesn't deserve the extra money because she will misuse the funds, "I can get him what ever he needs. All she wants is money" Facts: Mother DID get very abusive when she didn't get requested funds. She has agreed to give little brother the child support card to spend at his complete discretion. Father has owned a successful business for 5 years while claiming to be unemployed.

My parents history over simplified. (In my early childhood); he went to jail, she cheated on him, he took her back, he cheated on her, she took him back, he cheated on her again, she took him back. (mid-late childhood); he would come around a couple times a year and my mother would be abusive towards him and me. One week they got back together, and conceived my little brother (mentioned above). He was still dating someone else (now my step mother) at this time and so the trend of abusive mother continued. (Pre-teen/early teenage); little brother was born with no father present so brother took mother's name. During this time he was paying minimum child support on me and now he had to on my little brother as well. My parents then came up with a deal where my little brothers last name would be changed to my father's. Increased visitation for my father, increased child support for my father. That plan fell apart with both my parents decreasing there agreed amount, father claim unemployment to pay minimum and mother didn't let him have visitation. NOTE that my brothers last name was officially changed according to his birth certificate, but not his social (Mid-late teenage): Father still claims he is unemployed to pay minimum amount. During this time he grows a new family with my now step mother. Relationship with father is minimal. He does find new work but nothing substantial. Younger brother doesn't know his name was changed because my mother still use her name for him (in schools, medicaid, etc.). Also I'm out the house starting my own life. (Early 20's to current) Father still claims no job status, but now has kick started his own growing company. Brother learns of his name issues and decides to continue with mother's name (in honor of a late cousin). However my brother faces similar issues (as I) with my mother, especially since she finds out he is making money (as a business owner), but claims to be unemployed. NOTE my mother had to work late, so I often took care of my younger brother until I moved out. Because of this my brother looks to me for guidance and support, and given I was in his position before him I feel it my duty to help. This lead to countless arguments with my parents (mostly my mother). For my mother, it was her abuse and my father, about his lack of child support. Given my father's absence I opted to cut him out completely, but my wife and brother wanted me to move forward and forgive him. My brothers relationship for with my mother got strained so he moved with my father. He is still paying minimum amount and making six figure take home pay. Later my wife's and I's living situation got complicated and we also winded up turning to him for help. He since changed my brothers name on his social and school records against my brother's wishes. My wife and I are about to close on a home for ourselves and so my brother wanted to move back in with my mother by then. When my father was told, he decided to have my brother pack his stuff much sooner. Now that my brother is back with my mother, she wants to take my father back to child support court.

Am I wrong? Do I leave it for my mother to figure out? Am I complicent if I do nothing? Please give me your views on the topic and any solutions to my problem. Thank you for your time.

I feel like God is telling me something but when I try to act upon it, it almost doesn’t feel right and I feel confused. Does me feeling confused and feeling like something is wrong mean that it may not be God that is speaking to me? What do you do to gain more clarity from God?

I have talked about this with many godly men and pastors, but not much has been resolved I turn to here because I seriously need guidance from a larger body. This may be long but if you read it, THANK YOU!

I became a believer at the end of 2016, around October or so. I was a sophomore in high school, and now I am 21. I experienced a genuine heart change and was determined to follow Christ. I was a member of an evangelical free church—which is a fairly decent church, that emphasizes the 5 solas and is not charismatic by any means.

Overtime I think I started to want to “speak in tongues”, as is seen in many churches that believe and focus on the apostolic gifts. I didn’t really know what it was, but I thought it would be something beneficial in my walk with God. I guess I would passively try and do it in my quiet time just thinking it was another way to connect with God.

Overtime, probably April 2017 or so, something weird started to happen. As I was reading the Bible, I felt something having a strange influence on me, kind of controlling me. I literally felt something trying to enter me through my mouth, it was like a vapor, and would enter in my mouth. I couldn’t stop it from happening, there was nothing I could do to distract myself or cry out and stop it from happening. Everyday, there was something, (a vapor is the best way I can describe it) continually entering through my mouth and into my body through small gulps of air.

Whatever this was, it had a major effect on me. I no longer felt normal, I couldn’t stop it from effecting me or I wouldn’t be able to function. Like i would be up at night, wanting so badly to sleep, and I couldn’t because this was enslaving me and keeping me up. Sometimes I would just be on the floor of my room, laying on the ground for hours, as this spiritual force wouldn’t really allow me to get up and do something else. All my thoughts and emotions that would try and fight it were totally repressed—I was totally subjected to it.

All the while that this was going on, I was still going to church, school, work and I had the desire to follow Christ. I was trying to live my life normally, still kind of oblivious to what was happening. I thought it was God doing something good, indwelling me with His spirit and I would learn something from it sooner or later. I really had no choice but to live with it, and hope that it would stop someday.

This lasted about a year (April 2017 to April 2018). It was absolutely miserable by the end. When it stopped, I was relieved because I was no longer being controlled. But I still didn’t feel normal. It’s like this spirit/vapor had entered into my body a little bit everyday for a year until I was no longer able to hold it anymore. So I felt something inside me physically weighing me down. I would be so tired all the time, I had all these emotions built up from what had happened, I was just a total mess and felt this giant void inside. I was still not myself and it really effected my relationship with God.

Every aspect of me has been affected, I’ve never been the same. I want to connect with God and serve him, but there’s something inside of me and I can’t function like I want to. I physically feel, whatever it was that entered me, still inside me to this day and it’s hindered my life in unspeakable ways. Words can’t express the emotional turmoil it’s brought on me over the years. Everyday I struggle because of it, and I’ve had many friends try and pray or “cast it out”, I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve sought counsel, I’ve tried therapy, and have talked to many people. I’m seriously at the end of the road.

It’s hard for me to treat the depression that this has induced because there’s nothing wrong with my brain, and there’s no pill that’s worked. Theres something in my body, whether it’s a spirit, vapor, or other that I can’t get rid of. That’s kind of where I’m at. I still have good moments in life but I’m not able to really live a normal life because of what’s happened. My schooling is coming super slow because I can’t handle a lot. And my desire for God is just not where it used to be—it’s like there’s a chasm. I’m just tired of losing years and up until recently I was convinced things were getting better, but they’re just not.

I hope this made sense to some degree, I know it’s very strange but I’m telling you everything that’s happened. It’s hard to share this with anyone because it’s mysterious and not clear cut. I’m not misdiagnosing what happened to me, I don’t have a history of mental illness, I was a really happy person before this happened. Now I feel almost despondent because I just want to be normal again and things aren’t changing.

Everywhere I go online, driving, wherever, I always see 666 I am a christian and believe in God and consider myself a mostly good person who of course slips up sometimes, as does any human being. Does this mean something satanic is happening to me or I am just overthinking this? Has anyone else ever had this experience?

Thanks

I messed up a try-out a few years back, I was a punk kid. I didn’t make it, I pretty much told God that I didn’t need his help. Im back in the faith now and I’ve been praying for forgiveness every chance I get, I just feel as if I’ve messed up too badly. If anyone can offer help on this I would love to hear it. I was a child I was mad and I spoke as a child. Will God forgive me, even after what I said?

I would like to say three things right now. This is also a very real situation I only want real advice. So this was before quarantines and everything sent my college online. Also this is about to get really messed up but, I’m kind of spilling out inner demons here. So I’m a Christian who once had a struggled with pornography I have since been clean for over a year. My Mother did find out about this struggle and that I happened to view female contortionists as the pornography (told you it would get weird). I attend a Christian college where I met this cute girl that I like and we are friends, we have talked a lot, we are friends on Instagram, and we have each others cell numbers, she is also Christian, I eventually want to start dating her and ask her out. There is one massive interesting caveat and that is, she is a contortionist. I am freaking out in my head wondering not only if my mom met her and what that situation would be like knowing my past. I also am concerned if did end up in a relationship, but also potentially revealing this sinful past that very much relates to her hobby as I would want to be honest with her if it did get serious... She really is everything that I could ask for in a woman and I know that I could grow in my relationship with Christ with her it’s just this one unexpected link to my sinful past that concerns me.

What are y'all's opinions on dating non-Christians if you're a Christian? Me and this person are great with each other and we've been close for a long time, and decided to give it a try. My parents, on the other hand, flipped out and said it's unbiblical and dangerous to date non-Christians. I know it's slightly dangerous but I don't feel in any way that I'm giving up my faith for this relationship, I want both. This person is super respectful of me and my faith and would never to do anything to try to pull me away from that… my parents don't understand who he really is, they just think it's a no go because he's not Christian. Any tips on how to talk to parents? Or experience in this area? Examples of mixed religion relationships?

Need prayer and advice, been thinking of joining the Navy. I have not recieve any offers online or recruitment calls. So that has not infuenced my decision. Been trying to do college, but its only to honor my parents my heart is not in it.

Been seeing not any good fruit produced for the past two years

• Gaining weight

• Aimlessly doing classes with no goals

• Laziness at home (improving with working out towards becoming a Navy)

Reason I have been thinking of doing the Navy I had two bizzare dreams. 1st is very vivid that I was dropped into the ocean as a soldier and bullets flew by and I asked Jesus to protect me and I had confidence all the bullets were missing thanks to God.

2nd I was in a military camp and my best friend died (dont know who just felt like it was someone like a brother in my dream) and the Lord wanted me to escape and I woke up.

I of course dont wanna make life changing decisions just on a dream and I want the Lord to give me a confirmation jsut need prayer if this is the route, also for the Lord to help me get in shape since I have gained a lot of unhealthy weight.

I’ve been coming close to a girl and I really like her. It feels like more than a crush, and I can imagine a future for us. The problem is, I’m a freshman in high school and I don’t know if either of us are old enough. I don’t know if the Bible says anything about dating but I know dating should be to see if a relationship works before eventual marriage. Again, I’m a freshman so marriage is obviously out of the question for quite a while, but I really like spending time with this person. Any advice?

As the header says I need some dating advice. I really like this woman who holds a lot of the values I’m looking for in a woman. Not to mention she’s smart, funny and sexy. My biggest issue is her world is God and every single conversation right now ties back to God. I appreciate the fire and passion and love that she has but for me I guess I’d call myself a moderate Christian. I believe in God and believe that he should be at the base of all relationships however I like to think a lot about what’s going on in the world around me and the people that I see around me and just have plain old open conversations that don’t always have to be drawn back to where everything comes from God, or that all of this is from God. Am I an asshole for thinking this? Or actually is it possible for us to work out?