By Mrs. S. B. H. E., Originally published here, Aug. 8, 2005
Purity is a concept that is intriguingly beautiful. When thinking of purity, a pure, white lamb comes to mind–one with no blemishes, flecks of dirt, or streaks of mud. While this concept so readily comes to mind, it does not as readily spring out of one’s life. We are sinners, and, unless we are saved by Grace, we have no hope for righteous living (I John 1:9).
As a child, I became a Christian in a non-Christian home. While turning to the homes of Christian friends for brief respites, I struggled with the reality of my own home. I had a heart for living a pure life, and when I watched “The Waltons” or “Little House on the Prairie,” my heart ached for a “Pa” to sing hymns with after he read the Bible to our family. But, no, the only Bible in our home was a large leather-bound tome that sat primly on the coffee table and was never opened.
From the age of eleven, I navigated the waters of faith independently. It was natural to me to call a friend for a ride to church. I read my Bible with my door shut, hiding it after finishing to avoid teasing from my siblings (some of whom are now Christians!). But as closely as I guarded my spiritual life, there is one truth which I did not know or comprehend. I did not understand the iron-clad link between my spiritual life and my emotional life. I did not understand the need for purity emotionally in order to protect my walk with God. Continue reading “Emotional Maturity as a Young Woman with an Unbelieving Family”