The JESUS girl and STUFF - by Nomshu Writes✨

Journal Entry <a class="tc-blue" href="https://twocents.space/insights/tag/14">#14</a> I met a girl today. Well... not really. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. She grew up loving God. She was the type to go to Bible study, pray before sleeping, and genuinely believe that she wanted to live differently. Then university happened. Not because university is evil, but because it has a way of showing you who you are when nobody is watching. Her grades weren't great. Every semester became another battle to stay afloat. She was always stressed, always tired, always trying to make money from one hustle or another because asking for help wasn't always an option. And she was lonely. Not the kind of lonely that comes from being alone. The kind where you're surrounded by people but still feel like nobody really sees you. Then she met them. A group of friends that made everything feel lighter. They laughed together, stayed out late, showed up for each other, and somehow made university feel worth it. They were the family she'd been looking for. The only problem was that they weren't exactly helping her become the person she wanted to be. Drinking was normal. Smoking was normal. Skipping classes was normal. Getting high before lectures was normal. Flirting with different people was normal. Kissing random people at parties was normal. Everything was normal. At first she only watched. Then she started going out with them. Eventually she was doing almost everything they did. Almost. She never had sex. That became the one thing she held onto. Whenever she felt guilty, she'd remind herself that at least she was still a virgin. At least she hadn't gone that far. At least she was still "pure." It became the excuse she used to ignore everything else. She stopped praying the way she used to. She barely opened her Bible anymore. She knew the lyrics to every trending song but couldn't remember the last sermon that changed her. She felt uncomfortable worshipping because she knew how she'd spent the night before. Yet every Sunday she'd tell herself she wasn't like everyone else. Because she hadn't had sex. One day she sat alone after everyone had gone home. No music. No friends. No parties. Just silence. And for the first time, she asked herself a question she'd been avoiding. When did I start measuring my relationship with God by one sin I hadn't committed instead of the many ways I'd slowly walked away from Him? She realized something that day. She had spent so much time protecting her virginity that she'd forgotten to protect her heart. She wasn't beyond God's reach. She wasn't too far gone. She wasn't disqualified. But she also wasn't okay. And maybe admitting that was the first honest prayer she'd prayed in a long time.

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