Confessions of a Church girl

I was saved, grew up in the church, and had what I believed was a lasting relationship with Christ. BUT I went from living out the scriptures to simply knowing scriptures and reading the Bible sometimes when I felt like it, and still found a way to encourage others, despite my own mess that I was going through. It still amazes me that after all this time, God still kept holding my hand, even when I was being rebellious and dragging Him along in my mess. So, let me give you a little background about myself, and what even prompted this blog… After my high school graduation when I realized I haven’t even had a sip of alcohol or any unprecedented fun I sought for a change. That summer I began hanging out with an old friend, one much more experienced with the workings of the world. It started with a walk. We met up at the park by our house and took it from there, passing blocks, and as she began to talk about her life and her newest problems I was reminded that all of our meet-ups consisted of her talking and me listening like all the other relationships in my life, people found my life so boring after all I’m the “church girl” as one guy put it in school. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve always been the type to speak to everyone in my school, top of my class, fashionista, drama and music student along with student council member. But I never really fit in no matter the surroundings. One day on my way to class the group of boys that usually skip class opting for the ruggedness of the bench than the comfort of a seat in class began to make fun of my outfit saying it looked like I was ready for a church service, because I chose not to wear the cropped tops and short shorts. I laughed. Despite what my outfit was portraying to them I gave them the less Christian response. I won’t go into details but it was LEGEND- wait for it- ARY. From then on any parties even amongst my friends I wasn’t invited to and if that wasn’t bad enough the same thing happened to me at work, I couldn’t escape it. I wondered for so long why I wasn’t invited. What was different? I sought to change that.

Back to the walk. We passed by our elementary school and I remembered that my whole life I have been sheltered, my life planned for me and I’m not just meaning by God. My parents made my decisions. Valedictorian. Honors student. As I walked past the school literally I was trying to do the same figuratively. As we continued, looking for a new path journey even a familiar car called out to us. It was a guy from our school who graduated the year before. He asked if we were looking to hang out and despite my friend’s reluctance I made the decision for the both of us, my first real decision. Into the car we went on an unknown journey. We stopped off at someone’s house and we all hung out. People I once passed in the hallways now keeping my company. It was going well, I was truly enjoying myself and I didn’t want the fun to end, I wanted my entire life to be like this. Our ride and his brother chose a new plan so into the car we went. We ended up at the Beer Store. There we were. Sitting in the parking lot waiting for what was next. He came out with the beers and we drove to the park to indulge. I have never had a drink of alcohol ever at this point with the exception of the time I was babysitting my neighbours children and my sister decided it would be funny to dare me to drink a cup of their whisky, never again. I took a beer and froze, not knowing what to do next. My friend looked at me and explained to the rest that I’ve never ever drank before, although it was the truth I was embarrassed. So gulp, gulp. All done. Ironically she wasn’t able to finish hers so I did the pleasure. After the drink and a half. I insisted I needed to stretch my legs, as I got out of the care I stumbled, guess it was kicking in. The guy took my hand and led me with him to go for a walk to clear my head. As we made our way to a bench I stopped and kissed him. As I backed away he told me about how much he liked who I was becoming and I laughed because I no longer knew who I was. That was the beginning of a summer crush.

I got dressed and got ready for one with my walking buddy to a pretty dead party, only a couple of people dancing. I was getting bored and getting ready to leave when I saw a couple people smoking, I wanted in besides I’ve never done this. I made my appeal to join an unknown guy, as I did I felt as though I was watching myself on the outside. I felt nothing but guilt.  However, party invitations were now rolling my way and I made it my goal to make it to all of them. With the same intentions, to lose myself, never drunk but never sober. Now we were on our way to the next party where something changed inside of me. In a familiar setting with old friends and acquaintances I was confronted with a guy I’ve always seen in the distance. This guy asked me to walk with him so we could talk about “life” and I was living life so how hard could it be to talk about it, but what I didn’t know is that it wasn’t “life” he wanted to talk about, he didn’t want to talk period. This walk turned into sitting outside of the house party in his car with him shoving himself on me. Tongue deep in my mouth like an unwanted guest, hands grazing my body like an assassin, then his pants unbuckled. That night despite my high state I broke free from being a rape victim.

Despite the event, I sought to forget and that meant substance abuse. I know what you’re thinking, “are you crazy?!” One day my desperation to loose myself hit a new low when I asked my mum if I could go out and she said no, the reason being that I’ve been going out a lot and not acting like myself, which is true. I was furious. I told her it was a simple walk. I screamed. I yelled. I was acting a fool and it was from the my new lifestyle. She wasn’t hearing it anymore and turned to continue making dinner, but I refused to be ignored. After the front and back arguing and threats she had enough. I picked up the phone and dialed the police. I made my request for an officer. Before I could undue the damage two police cars were outside. I was determined to have my mother pay, but for what. I realized my fault and pleaded with the officers requesting to take it easy on her. I was an idiot. It was only by the grace of God that they heard my cry and backed off with a stiff warning. I was shunned. I moved out for a couple weeks because I couldn’t bear to look my mother in the face any longer and see her hurting for me.

There were only a couple weeks before my first year at the University of Toronto I was preparing for Frosh. I cleaned up my life and made promises to never be the same. Frosh was great, I met new friends, made new experiences, and earned myself of boyfriend. I never thought I’d be the type to date in University let alone in my first year or during Frosh. He lived on campus and I was a commuter so that didn’t leave much time together but we found ways. I would stay by his place until very late and then commute home. I’d miss my trains, but I thought it was worth it. Every time we were together he was pressing for sex, but I made a vow to myself before God that I would follow his commandment and wait till marriage. This guy wasn’t happy. He doubted God, despite his Christian upbringing; he was a self-proclaimed philosopher who brought me down with him. I stopped attending church, stopped believing and became a skeptic. I partied again. One day I was unable to make it to the subway station so I had to be brought out of the party by a new friend and my boyfriend back to his dorm. He prepared the bed for me and I literally made my bed and lied in it. I threw school down the drain, we had similar classes but we’d spend more time fooling around than studying. If I wasn’t going to give him sex, I sought other ways to please him because well as long as I’m not having sex I’m fine right? WRONG. I never realized I lost my sexual purity while keeping my virginity. The relationship started becoming too much to soon especially given the emotional abuse I’d taken with threats and being controlled by him. I had a realization that I deserved better so we both agreed it wasn’t going to work. After finding out he, a day later, started seeing my friend from frosh I was heartbroken, I swore him and her both off despite the many calls, texts, emails I received from them both telling me to do otherwise. Pathetic. It wasn’t long that they started dating, that ruined me and I soon faced some serious depression. Drinking and smoking now had a new meaning, no longer just for fun but now for a way to feel better. My grades were plummeting. My life in shambles.

I could feel the Holy Spirit telling me that I needed to get it together, not judging me just being frank. I could hear the Lord urging me to quit ignoring him and let him in. But I didn’t want to listen; I didn’t want to believe that he still loved him. I sit here now realizing how stupid I was to give up on God. But, if it weren’t for these tests, I would not have been able to share this testimony. After a heart to heart with my mother and my reappearance in church when the choir sung “What Can I Do?” by Tye Tribbett I knew it was time for a change. My life took a complete 180. I was a new creation, all things passed away.

I tried it on my own, but what I found is I can’t make it on my own. I still face my issues today but my faith still stands. So today, if you’re listening and willing, I challenge you to get on your knees before God, repent of your sins, and invite Him to be your sole leader and foundation of life. Find Him on your knees. I challenge you to say NO to pornography, masturbation, fornication, premarital sex, and any other thing that is seperating you from God. You’re not in it alone after all. You will feel so much peace in your life, peace God calls us to have, and will no longer feel bound to your past. This blog is an opportunity for my story to change your story into something meaningful. As I share my experiences, thoughts, devotionals, be blessed.

I am living proof, now If I could do it, you can too.


16 thoughts on “Confessions of a Church girl

  1. Ey love, I admire your courage and the heart that you have to share your story in this form in order to help others, and believe me, you will touch lives. Like you implied near the end, some of us do share the same or similar struggles and we don’t even know most of the time. There are many youth I’ve helped, am still helping, and God knows, more will come along, that struggle with sexual immorality. So if you want to talk to or just express yourself to someone, I’m always a phone call and 5 cities away ahah. I’m excited to read your blog posts to come! P.S. Great writing technique !


  2. Wow, Rish. This was raw and honest. Your words will be an inspiration and guide to others in this world. Thank you for sharing your words and experiences with us — that in itself is what I call courageous in many respects. I’ve always knew you were a strong person — a person that had experiences that tested your faith. Look at you now, you are by your faith and it is stronger than ever — nearly unbreakable. I hope you are comforted with the fact that no matter what tribulations and trials that have come your way, you have stayed grounded and true to yourself. I cannot wait to read more of your posts – it has been a privilege to read and an opportunity to learn more about you and your experiences. Thank you for being a light in this world that seems to get dark at times. God bless


    1. Such a beautiful message!! Truly touched my heart. I do thank you for the support. To know my experiences can make a good impact is exactly what I’m aiming for. I feel the love. Thank you!!


  3. This was so very open and honest of you. Very admirable. In order to really reach someone, sometimes you have to take down all your guards and just be vulnerable and that is what you did here. I’m glad that through it all you’ve found your way back to your “first love”. As you noted, you’ll still be faced with circumstances, temptations etc…we all do…I do on a daily, but as cliché as it sounds, we all just have to hold on to what we KNOW, keep the faith and trust that everything will turn out for our good if we keep our eyes stayed on Him. Again, good luck with this blog my dear 🙂


    1. This was such a wonderful comment. I am truly touched by your words!! Honestly it wasn’t easy but I now know it’s not about me but it’s about Jesus. Thank you for the support! Nice to see we can get through this together in the body of Christ! 😀


  4. We live in a world where we are so ashamed of our past that we say let the past stay in the past. So proud of you that you felt compelled to share your story…. I guarantee there’s someone out there who can relate and now knows that Jesus’s love is able to save and heal. You are beauty personified and this gift was placed inside of you to reach many….love you babe😙💞


    1. I am so thankful for you and your words of encouragement. I can’t thank you enough. I don’t know enough if my words have any impact or if I’m doing the right thing in writing but this silenced all that. I love you!! ❤


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