Success stories christians dating non christians
I had been warned by my mother, after speaking out to some of these friends, of the need to take heed in case I also would fall into the same sin.
I had broken off a relationship when I was converted as the man was an unbeliever.
My girlfriend told me that her fiancé constantly asks her “what does God say about you?
” when she is feeling low about herself, initiating a study on Psalm 139 as a couple.
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The question of whether dating a non-Christian was right or wrong seemed a hapless waste of time in that moment.
Within the circle of his arms we discussed our desires for a committed relationship, our expectations and dreams: What do you think?
My own faith and beliefs in Christ simply won’t let me comfortably be a part of a non-Christian relationship. Deep down I know I want to be with a man that understands me, my faith, and shares the same hopes and beliefs for the world and life that were brought to his heart by that first acquaintance with Jesus. A couple I know waited a number of years to marry, and with two adopted kids later they still act like infatuated teenagers well into their 70s.
“Don’t date an unbeliever.” Preachers at church, trusted friends and mentors would tell me this daily, but my limbic brain would override my pre-frontal cortex, and off I sped in the Ferrari of romantic recklessness right into the arms of Mr A, B, C, D and finally, Mr E – the While I harp on all the time about starting with a strong friendship, advocating a slow pace at the beginning of meeting new singles, Mr E was the epitome of slow-build trust, which resulted in slow-burn care and genuine, informed interest about the other.
Our platonic friendship was comfortable for 12 months, where I would go to speaking conferences with him in no make-up, glasses and sometimes even my pyjama bottoms.