Encouragement Comes in Many Forms

I've been needing encouragement with my terrifying destiny-pursuing, so I asked God for it. He has poured blessing out on me in the craziest ways. One of which, came from a stranger.

I enter into Etsy Giveaways; it's my new thing. To register, the person hosting the giveaway asks you to list your favorite item from a shop or something along those lines. One of the giveaways that I found was a bit different. I was asked to write my dream. As usual, I start getting attacked when I'm about to talk about purity. The thoughts started racing through my mind: "People will think I'm a freak. Who comments about that on random blogs? What if something happens like the last time I spoke about purity in my blog?" However, a thought, clearer and stronger than all others came through and made all others fade into the background. I knew that I needed to write about it. So, I wrote something along the lines of "my passion is purity. I would love to work with a team called Moral Revolution based out of my community about purity and waiting." I hit send and didn't look back.

After having forgotten about the giveaway, I went to check my e-mail. There was an e-mail from a person. Not Facebook or some random website, but a person. That almost never happens. I opened it up to find a message from the woman who was hosting the giveaway. She told me about her shared passion for purity and how she would love to encourage me and whatnot. I was floored. Here I was selfishly wanted to hold back my passion when there's someone else out there who I've never met and doesn't live in the Redding/Jesus Culture/Bethel bubble that gets it. God is spontaneous and oh so good.

A Passion for Purity

God has recently revealed to me my passion.

My heart burns for purity.

I don't know how it took me so long to realize. When I look back, I see that God has been beating me over my head with this my whole life. Talk about an "aha moment." I want to bring purity back into society. I want purity to be an accomplishment, not something teens try to hide at the risk of public ridicule.

My heart breaks when purity is lost.

About a week ago, an ex-friend ended up giving her virginity to her boyfriend of a month. This girl was a friend that I went to church with. We both wear purity rings. We would spend nights talking about God's plans for our lives and the paths he's out us on. We would discuss the importance of not cheapening love or caving into society's pressure to "go with the flow." How it's not "just sex." The friendship ended mutually and peacefully. It was time for both of us to move on. I would still see her at church and school, as was expected. Until one day, I find out about her recent lifestyle change. My heart shattered. This was not just another teenage sleeping around. This was a daughter of God knowingly and willingly abandoning everything she stood for. I took a step back and tried to decide what to do. I thought back to one of Nate's messages during Under the Chuppah. It is our duty to hold members of our church family accountable. She ended up contacting me. I said my whole spiel, calmly and without judgment. She lashed out at me. I knew why she did this, but it still hurt. She then resorted to spreading rumors about me and getting promiscuous teens on her team. I couldn't care less. I was just so heartbroken about her making this stupid mistake. That's when I realized my calling.

I am a warrior for purity.

I refuse to look for love where it does not belong. I will not arouse love when it's not meant to be. I shall not abandon the breathtaking journey my heavenly Father has placed me on. I will face discouragement and continue on. I am thrilled to be able to serve my purpose in Christ.