EVERY SINGLE WOMAN'S BATTLE: Guarding Your Heart and Mind Against Sexual and Emotional Compromise BY SHANNON ETHRIDGE

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Remaining pure while single isn’t easy in a culture that encourages a woman to use her body to gain power, respect and personal fulfillment. The longing for emotional and physical connection can  gradually and subtly lead you into compromises you never intended to make. But you can resist the pressures and reclaim your purity—by building a strong foundation of integrity.

This book is designed specifically for single women and will give you the tools you need to resist temptation and discover true fulfillment. Through practical and Biblical lessons you’ll be equipped to:
-understand the unique components  of female sexuality
-discern your personal areas of vulnerability
-Design a defense plan to protect your heart and mind, as well as your body
-allow God to satisfy the desires He placed within you (from goodreads)

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