I don’t wear a purity ring.
Growing up, all the good girls wore the rings. They showed them off, explained the repetitive meaning behind them, and talked about their vows to wait until marriage. Purity. I’ve sat through countless conversations, conferences, and sermons about standards. Purity. We treat it like an object, sometimes even like a spiritual being. We hold it in high regard. We say the word with an air of profoundness, acting as if we understand it. I became so obsessed with the status of being pure that I completely missed the message about the grace and mercy of Jesus. So when I made my share of mistakes, shame was an intimate companion.
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AuthorI'm a college student with a passion to empower women, spread the love of Christ, and speak truth into the darkness. I also really like cats and Taylor Swift. Archives
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