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Sometimes, we go through experiences which makes us think that the "promises" don't match with the "purposes" of God for our lives.
Purpose is the thing that an event, process or activity is supposed to achieve. When God gives you a promise, he permits events to help achieve his intention for you.
Personally, i av been through times when confusion seem like the only emotion i could identify with. I suppose you've been there too. One thing is for sure, many lost their minds after they had the same experiences as you. Here, you are being able able to at least remember your name.
You might be going through some really dark hour, feeling so cold and alone.I may not be able to identify directly with your exact experiences but i know what it feels like to get to that point where counseling, sermon nor "speaking in tongues" just won't do.
Listen, i got a fresh news for you- THIS TIME WILL PASS. After the night comes the morning. Stay strong! Put your trust in God whether things make sense or not. For His SPIRIT rules the night.HE WHO BEGAN A GOOD WORK IN YOUR LIFE WILL BE FAITHFUL TO COMPLETE IT.
Anyone may abandon a project- The government might leave that school uncompleted, A fiance might leave the other a few weeks to the wedding, A debtor might fail to pay you what he owes, BUT GOD IS TOO ABLE TO LEAVE HIS WORK IN YOU HALF-DONE.
Baby, God started your life. You can be sure he would have completed every good work at dawn.
STAY STRONG!

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