That’s where I was about a year and a half ago. I was still going to Church every Sunday, and I was involved in a youth group, but I wasn’t praying as much. Life slowly became less about loving God and loving the people around me, and more about what I wanted. Sin, and one form of sin in particular, started to make its way back into my life.
Our society has conditioned us as young women to believe that the more skin we show the more empowered we become. But this could not be further from the truth.
Valentine’s day celebrates love, the expression of God’s own nature.
We have become so absorbed with ourselves and our image that we forget about the other person right next to us.
The saints lived incredible, heroic, nearly unbelievable moments because their love for God was just as radical in those moments as it was in the most un-incredible moments of their lives.
Sainthood isn’t just for the old or religious!
I was making some serious growth in overcoming this sin, and Jesus showed me nothing but a welcoming embrace each time I ran to His loving arms when falling, no matter how guilty and ashamed I felt.
Why are you afraid of dying? I needed to dig heavy into that question. I didn't like the answer, but it was something I needed to hear.
I, the girl with a reputation for being a model Catholic, had been struggling with masturbation and pornography for years.
