I am creating this prayer request thread because I need prayers. My life has been on a nightmarish marathon, so to speak, and the finish line is near—it will be crossed in a little over a week. Unfortunately part of me worries that a terrible blunder could happen, ruining everything. And I don’t want any horrible mistakes to happen; I truly don’t. Everything must go as planned, otherwise my life will be destroyed.
God has given me visions of the future, and it is nothing short of amazing. He showed me what I will look like at the age of 37 after having undergone plastic surgery on my face, specifically my forehead, brows, hairline, and upper lip. I looked radiantly stunning, if not the most beautiful man in the world, my hair bleach blonde and having the most dazzling countenance. God also showed me who I will marry. She is a young girl from another country, her appearance absolutely gorgeous and exotic, the sort of girl who could be a participant in a beauty pageant contest. And I got to see what our kids will look like: There were seven, the majority of them pretty daughters. And did I mention where I will get to live? It’s going to be in California in a futuristic-looking mansion overlooking the most pristine beach ever.
In the recent past, I have expressed concern to God about a possible blunder that could happen, and it worries me a lot. He assured me it wouldn’t happen, and I trust God’s judgement. Yet I still worry about it deeply because a blunder did in fact happen last November, and it set me back another three months. I really truly do trust God, but there is a lingering obsession—perhaps an unhealthy and somewhat irrational obsession—that a second blunder could happen because it happened once already.
Please: Everyone pray for me and ask God that everything goes according to his plan and that another terrible blunder doesn’t happen again. I want more than ever to be the gorgeous man in the mental image God showed me: Radiant, blonde, and absolutely beautiful. I want more than ever to marry my future wife that God picked out for me, and I want to create a big family with her since I don’t have any friends. Indeed, I love my exotic, foreign wife deeply already despite not having met her on my world yet. And the California residence overlooking the beach: That is paradise at it’s finest, and I don’t want to miss out on it or any of God’s amazing plans for my life.
God has given me visions of the future, and it is nothing short of amazing. He showed me what I will look like at the age of 37 after having undergone plastic surgery on my face, specifically my forehead, brows, hairline, and upper lip. I looked radiantly stunning, if not the most beautiful man in the world, my hair bleach blonde and having the most dazzling countenance. God also showed me who I will marry. She is a young girl from another country, her appearance absolutely gorgeous and exotic, the sort of girl who could be a participant in a beauty pageant contest. And I got to see what our kids will look like: There were seven, the majority of them pretty daughters. And did I mention where I will get to live? It’s going to be in California in a futuristic-looking mansion overlooking the most pristine beach ever.
In the recent past, I have expressed concern to God about a possible blunder that could happen, and it worries me a lot. He assured me it wouldn’t happen, and I trust God’s judgement. Yet I still worry about it deeply because a blunder did in fact happen last November, and it set me back another three months. I really truly do trust God, but there is a lingering obsession—perhaps an unhealthy and somewhat irrational obsession—that a second blunder could happen because it happened once already.
Please: Everyone pray for me and ask God that everything goes according to his plan and that another terrible blunder doesn’t happen again. I want more than ever to be the gorgeous man in the mental image God showed me: Radiant, blonde, and absolutely beautiful. I want more than ever to marry my future wife that God picked out for me, and I want to create a big family with her since I don’t have any friends. Indeed, I love my exotic, foreign wife deeply already despite not having met her on my world yet. And the California residence overlooking the beach: That is paradise at it’s finest, and I don’t want to miss out on it or any of God’s amazing plans for my life.