I was also heavily involved, and had been since I was 13 or 14 in dating relationships. I probably had what I would call 5 or 6 serious relationships, with a whole bunch of “flings” in between. All I thought about were boys from a very early age. They consumed the better part of my growing up years. I experienced heart aches so deep that I remember wanting to die.
I guess my parents, like most, felt helpless against the pressure to allow dating. I mean, it was what everyone did. How could they not allow me to? Satan’s lies and the power behind them are so strong, that Christian fathers all over the nation are wringing their hands about this gut feeling they have, and yet continue to relinquish the protection God has given them over their daughters, turning them over to be all but completely destroyed by this model of dating.
My unwed pregnancy was not the tragedy of my life, like everyone made it out to be. It never is. The tragedy was the brokenness, the violation of purity, the detachment from my family during very important years, the raping of mind, body and soul, leaving me degraded, used and with little to offer my husband in the sacred bond of marriage.
I praise Him for his grace, for His ability to soothe wounds. But God is not a magician who waves His wand and the consequences of years of disobedience and sin just vanish. That’s what I would communicate to parents. Just because it finally ends, and that child grows up and finds a mate, doesn’t mean the consequences are left at the altar. That whole “learn from your mistakes” thing is not always what it’s cracked up to be. Grace is ours, but the consequences are too.







