Clutching my well-worn bible tightly to my chest like it was the last piece of hope I had left. Warm tears spilling out of my eyes and running down my cheeks collecting on the feather pillow. I had feared this day and yet never could have grasped the painful feeling that would come over me as those old wounds were sliced open again. A relapse is what my husband called it, but to me it was another betrayal.
War has been declared, and every teen needs a plan of action for living pure on this epic battlefield. Teens today are confronted with a culture of online pornography, chat rooms, sexting, and sex on demand. The enemy attacks the young, hoping to wound and leave them destroyed. But there is hope.