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Sin tends to take place in the dark places of our soul. Perhaps if I had ever thought to tell someone of my struggle I wouldn’t have sunk in as deep as I did.
But good girls don’t do that.
Oh, I was a very good girl on the outside. I mastered the art.
I had a piece of rebellion to make my testimony more interesting but in reality my teen-age rebellion consisted of a few smoked cigarettes and a few swigs of alcohol (none of which my parents knew about) and all of that lasted a grand total of six months around the time my sister got married and I was upset with her for doing such a crazy thing!
And then the chameleon was born.
We had moved, again, and I was in the middle of a group of people that weren’t looked upon very nicely – they were the ‘bad’ kids – these were the people who had introduced me to the visual part of pornography. I saw another group of kids that were all ‘good’ kids. The adults loved them, they looked like fun and I made a decision – I was going to be a part of that group.
So I changed.
I became a choir member, joined the youth group, became a good girl and got accepted into that group. I felt like I had arrived.
I even put aside ‘those books’ because I knew that if anyone found out about that bit I’d be sunk.
I managed to capture the attention of a handsome young man and started my first dating relationship at 16.
But my mind was filled with much more than first kisses and tentative hand-holding.
My mind and body had been awakened to more and wanted to experience more in real life. I taught that guy how to kiss because I thought I knew something of how it was supposed to go. The relationship didn’t last long and I was heartbroken. My next boyfriend was a friend of my brother whom I didn’t even like, but I wanted to please my brother so I said yes. My desire to please people was firmly cemented by then.
In the meantime I sat in Sunday School classes and learned that sex had to wait for marriage otherwise it is bad – made sense to me and I was a good girl so that should be no problem.
And I did wait…sort of. My physical body was a virgin on the night of my wedding, but my soul was anything but.
I had no idea where to draw lines and boundaries in those early dating years, I allowed and explored, I gave away pieces of myself and threw out soul-ties but never TOO much because, after all, I was a good girl.
By this time my mind had wandered down a logical path and my actions followed, allowing myself to explore things myself and in the dark I learned more about what my body enjoyed. In the light of day no one would have ever guessed the darkness and shame that consumed my insides I was doing all the things that good girls should.
But in the dark I was dying.
By this time I had graduated from high school and found a young man who thought he wanted to marry me. My own self-worth was pretty low by this point and I figured if someone was showing an interest in me I had better latch on because this was probably as good as it was going to get. So even though my heart wasn’t in it, I said yes when he asked. He said he wanted to go into full time ministry, I wanted to be a pastor’s wife and a mom…so everything should work out just fine.
We decided to go to Bible college and God’s grace met me in a painful kind of way…
This post is #6 in a series:
1. The Beginning of Grace
2. Monsters in my Closet
3. The Night the Flame Went Out
4. Something is Awakened
5. The Hooks are Set