![]() ![]() Few church goers were true believers, and she, for years, had been among the majority, the pew warmers, so to speak. She was raised in the church, but what Southern child isn’t? In the South people belonged to a church. She found great comfort in being with other believers. She loved being in fellowship with her friends. All of the teenagers would be there, herself included. ![]() Her youth group would gather in the Youth Activity Center, otherwise known as the YAC room, to hang out, sing worship songs, and have a Bible study. ![]() It was early September, and she was excited to be going to church. She slid on her running shoes, took a quick turn around in the mirror, then hurried out the door. So on went the mascara and a touch of cherry lip gloss, and she was ready to go. Wearing little make-up elsewhere justified the dramatic look of her lashes, and it made her feel better. Her mother would fuss when she put it on her long, dark lashes, but she didn’t care. Ruth never wore much make-up sometimes foundation, but always mascara. Irritated, she dabbed a little Neutrogena Spot On and began applying concealer. She had such a clear complexion, she rarely got pimples. “There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.” Proverbs 16:25She stood at her vanity mirror and wished away the pimple beginning to rear its ugly head under the surface of her skin. ![]()
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