Purity

I really should try to start writing more than just once a week, but I don’t want this blog to be about me venting, rambling, or gossiping. I want it to have a real meaning. And I want to maybe help somebody by sharing my experiences and what I have learned while on my walk with God. Because of this, I have been writing after attending The Well. Although church is not the only time and place I have a relationship with God, it seems that my thoughts throughout the week all start after hearing Travis’s message or talking about struggles with a friend or two.


Last night’s message was about purity. I found this out before service and half jokingly said that I was going to leave. I am glad that I didn’t. I, like most, hear the word purity and think of sex. And because of an event from my past, purity in terms of sex is a very touchy subject. Although that story is one that I hope to be able to share someday, today is not that day. I do want to talk about what I learned last night and that is purity is not just about sex.

Purity goes far beyond sex; it could be selling yourself short or engaging in a sin, no matter the size. Impurities always start out small. Like a hole in the wall that leads to bigger impurities and greater sin. I know my hole in the wall, and I didn’t write it down last night because it led to something I am not proud of. I started dealing with this hole in the wall a couple weeks ago after things had gone a little too far. Believe me when I say that it wasn’t easy to end things, but I knew that it had to be done. We knew it couldn’t go on anymore. The hole that led to this impurity was simply having a friendship and communicating through text messages. The messages became a daily thing, then an all day everyday thing. We then started to hangout occasionally. The hangouts soon became a nightly thing: cuddling on the couch watching movies and staying up all hours of the night. All this led up to my friend cheating on his girlfriend. I had become the other woman. Like I said, it is not something that I am proud of.

During his message last night, Travis said, “Your mistakes are not open cuts, they are healed scars that tell stories of great hope.” I do not feel as though these cuts have completely healed to become scars. But by confessing my mistakes and asking for God’s forgiveness and guidance, these cuts are definitely in the healing process. Through God I am becoming brand new. He is incredible.