When I was eleven, my mom and I went on a mother-daughter retreat called “Passport to Purity.” We ate at a fancy restaurant, hiked in a state park, and talked about sex. One of my worksheets during that weekend (yes, there were worksheets) pictured a path leading up to the edge of a cliff. Along …
It was summer. We had just spent a summer doing high school ministry together, and in that world of close team dynamics and long work days, something was lit. The sparks began to fly; it was my first relationship ever. As we prepared for the school year the sparks continued to build up. In fact, …
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