Some days I am the Pharisee, some days I am the crowd, but often, I am the woman, waiting to be condemned.

I used to hate that I didn’t have a “good” testimony. I didn’t have an abusive family. I didn’t have a sketchy sexual history. I didn’t have a drug addiction. I had a loving family, a fairly chaste past, and aside from a few drunken parties in college, didn’t really do anything that made me […]