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Valley_Lily
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May I share something very personal with you all?
For 3 years now, I’ve had a problem. Ok, actually, let me correct; I’ve had a problem for 3 years. Only a month ago did I realize it was a problem. In high school, I started writing and publishing online short stories. These were mostly harmless, fun stories, cute fluffy ones, sad, tragic ones. And then I discovered erotica. And my stories took a highly, and I mean HIGHLY pornographic turn. I really don’t want to share many of the things I’ve written about; I’m sure most of it would be things that would shock you, a girl my age knowing.
In any case, only recently have I learned the Catholic Churches teachings on pornography. No one had ever told me, and I didn’t know what a grave matter I was performing. Not only on myself, but to all the people who read and praised my stories online.
I couldn’t believe myself. I had had so much fun writing these, enjoyed it so much, only to realize how much harm I was causing myself.
Over the next month, I read much into the church and pornography, and a Bible bit I had never heard before, about those chained to the world cannot know Heaven. I wondered about this for a long time, and finally found peace with the answer I found. That the world is a beautiful place, with many WONDERFUL things for us to enjoy, but we must be able to enjoy it in temperance, and be able to give it up in a moment’s notice for God!
Needless to say, what I have been doing is NOT one of the wonderful things God put in this world for us to enjoy, yet even still, I struggled, looking at my pages and pages of stories. See, I loved the attention I got. I was a popular author, had many subscribers. I loved the praise I got online, which I’d never gotten elsewhere. But what did I love more; worthless attention over sin, or Jesus?
Um, DUH?
Tonight, I deleted them. All of them. Took me twenty minutes. I listened to my favorite song on repeat over and over while doing so. I didn’t feel much while I was doing it, but afterwards, I burst out crying. I’m not sure why; I didn’t feel much for deleting these stories; I had to do this. And I did.
I’m going back to my writing roots. I use to write beautiful stories, about sweet romance and childhood antics and heart-string tugging sad stories. God gave me a gift with words, and I want to go back to using that gift in the way i should be. I hope you will keep me in your prayers as I learn to enjoy the GOOD of the world, while knowing I can “delete” it all when i need to.
For 3 years now, I’ve had a problem. Ok, actually, let me correct; I’ve had a problem for 3 years. Only a month ago did I realize it was a problem. In high school, I started writing and publishing online short stories. These were mostly harmless, fun stories, cute fluffy ones, sad, tragic ones. And then I discovered erotica. And my stories took a highly, and I mean HIGHLY pornographic turn. I really don’t want to share many of the things I’ve written about; I’m sure most of it would be things that would shock you, a girl my age knowing.
In any case, only recently have I learned the Catholic Churches teachings on pornography. No one had ever told me, and I didn’t know what a grave matter I was performing. Not only on myself, but to all the people who read and praised my stories online.
I couldn’t believe myself. I had had so much fun writing these, enjoyed it so much, only to realize how much harm I was causing myself.
Over the next month, I read much into the church and pornography, and a Bible bit I had never heard before, about those chained to the world cannot know Heaven. I wondered about this for a long time, and finally found peace with the answer I found. That the world is a beautiful place, with many WONDERFUL things for us to enjoy, but we must be able to enjoy it in temperance, and be able to give it up in a moment’s notice for God!
Needless to say, what I have been doing is NOT one of the wonderful things God put in this world for us to enjoy, yet even still, I struggled, looking at my pages and pages of stories. See, I loved the attention I got. I was a popular author, had many subscribers. I loved the praise I got online, which I’d never gotten elsewhere. But what did I love more; worthless attention over sin, or Jesus?
Um, DUH?
Tonight, I deleted them. All of them. Took me twenty minutes. I listened to my favorite song on repeat over and over while doing so. I didn’t feel much while I was doing it, but afterwards, I burst out crying. I’m not sure why; I didn’t feel much for deleting these stories; I had to do this. And I did.
I’m going back to my writing roots. I use to write beautiful stories, about sweet romance and childhood antics and heart-string tugging sad stories. God gave me a gift with words, and I want to go back to using that gift in the way i should be. I hope you will keep me in your prayers as I learn to enjoy the GOOD of the world, while knowing I can “delete” it all when i need to.