I grew up in an extremely conservative Fundamentalist Christian church. We were not allowed any dancing, smoking, TV, radio, or associating with outsiders, and women were not allowed to wear trousers.
When I was a little girl I was sexually abused by a man in his 60s. I told my parents, but they insisted that it was a bad dream. My mother told me that God and prayer would heal me. As a result I never received therapy.
I spent years avoiding all men and grew up with a total aversion to sex.
I am now nearly 30 and feel lost and detached from my life. I have tried counselling and Christianity but it made no difference. God does not seem to be helping and counselling is very slow and expensive.
I am now in my first relationship and I am going to lose this man because I am disgusted by all forms of affection – even kissing.
I would like to heal my broken spirit and be happy in a relationship. How do I do that?
Meditation is a means of resolving your own issues. God does not take responsibility for your decisions, but rather equips you to make better decisions.
Don't blame God for what goes wrong. Find the wisdom in the experience and move on.
I have recently discovered meditation and have been meditating for twenty minutes daily for the past two months. I have already experienced some wonderful benefits, for example an increase in my confidence and realizing that I was going to do something wrong before I did it.
I have tried very hard to reach the deep meditative stage where I can directly connect with God and get answers to my questions. At the moment I am going through a lot of changes in terms of my career, and I am really worried about making wrong decisions. I feel that no matter how hard I try to connect to God to get help with these decisions, He is just not there.
What is the process for connecting to God? I am worried that I have selected the wrong career and want God's opinion before it is too late.
I think of myself as a kind, decent person from a good family. I was brought up to believe in a God of love and was involved with the church when I was a kid. My mother is a devout Christian and a beautiful person.
I know many people whom, in my opinion, don't care about God or religion but they seem to have their own way and get whatever they want. It seems that these people have such an easy life.
About ten years ago this so-called loving God took great pleasure in ripping my family to pieces. My father contracted a chronic illness which left him an angry, nasty man needing constant care.
My mother became his full-time nurse against her will and had to give up all her freedom. My dad aims all his frustration at me, and my brother tries in vain to be a peace-maker.
As if that was not enough, God then decided
God is like an oxygen mask on a plane - a soft, gentle breath that is there when you need it.
Don't expect big miracles unless you are grateful for the small miracles.