You know, I can see how premarital sex just…happens. I can see it clear as day. The choice to wait until marriage is really like shooting in the dark and hoping you make it in the basket and that’s scary as CHEESEBALLS. That saying that some are called to marriage and some aren’t is the scariest thing, especially when your entire sex life depends ON the covenant of marriage. It could happen…or it couldn’t. Oh snap! You could be a virgin forever…. O_O. –cues spooky ghost music-
That is ACTUALLY a real fear of many who take the vow to wait until marriage. It’s a real possibility for those who say, “you know what God, I trust you” because though God hears the desires of our hearts, His Will will always come first…and we signed up to trust it. His purpose for our lives will always be the reigning decision maker in whether or not we are called to marry…let alone indulge in the things our hormone-raging bodies and inexperienced but curious minds crave. WHAT THE HECK, JESUS?!
Trusting God for this sort of thing is like…crazy because you could do it your way and so much faster. Opportunities are endless in the thirst bucket world we live in. I mean to be real with you, I have no problem getting attention. Heads turn wherever I go and that’s not to boast. It’s not even because I look good or rock the best. It’s because I have a vagina. That makes me (and every other woman) desirable to SOMEbody, SOMEwhere. It’s not an issue to go get it. It really isn’t…so why…do we wait? What’s the point in waiting for God, who may or may not decide to push the odds in our favor?
My semi-painful (if we’re being honest) answer is this: I wait because my desire to please God outweighs my desire to live a life full of spontaneous love affairs and lacking in grace, mercy and a foundational covering afforded to me by living a life FOR and IN Christ. I’m also way too emotional to deal with soul ties. I have enough trouble getting over simple crushes as it is so to sow my seed of supernatural AWESOMENESS to a man who doesn’t honor God and therefore won’t honor me, would be to set myself up for crazy, unnecessary, rocky road, emotion-filled breakdowns.
I ain’t got the time….and neither do my thighs.
See, it’s semi-painful because fact of the matter is, for most humans…faith is usually 95% excitement mixed with an anticipation of God’s promise and 5%....”can this really happen?” It hurts a little to push the natural human response of fear aside and that’s real. That 5% can be heavier than the 95% sometimes; especially when things have never seemed to go your way. It’s like you can see His distance better than you can when He’s up close and personal because well, everything we do on Earth is a result of lack in SOME WAY or another.
We didn’t have the money so we got a loan. We didn’t have food in the house so we went shopping. We didn’t have an education so we signed up for classes. Our entire existence on Earth is based off of something we didn’t or don’t have…which is how success is measured…
…and in this…I’m starting to understand why adopting this theory and applying it to sex is not a wise move. It doesn’t work the same way. You can’t just go get sex because you don’t have it. –well you can, but it’ll cost you- It’s not a craving with a simple fix. That desire, that urge to devour this craving, does not go away. It’s the craving that keeps on craving until you’re so full of it that you can’t function. Your emotional needs become blurred with your physical needs which alters how you make decisions which THEN…dictates how you live and deal with yourself and others every day. It, in essence, becomes your God and then God becomes your back up plan. Your worship is all turned upside down because it’s no longer easy to decipher between your wants…and your needs (God). What a rocky position to be in…
And I’m supposed to give up the “peace beyond all understanding” (Philippians 4:7) for THAT instability? For that emptiness and confusion? Nah… this peace will “will guard [my] heart and [my) minds in Christ Jesus.” I refuse to risk this type of covering for a few minutes of pleasure. (hahaaaa, a few minutes I hear is the going rate but what do I know? –shrugs-) Nah….I’ll grab my ovaries and go read a book somewhere.
That’s why I wait; even if my wait doesn’t get me married or granted access into the bedroom of complete sexual and glorifying bliss, I will wait because God’s promise to sustain me in this crazy world is worth it.
Boom! That just happened…
So listen…our faith in the wait does not have to be a painful. It can be full of anticipation for a good thing; even if it isn’t some man of valor coming to deflower us for God’s glory. Lol. Sex should not dictate the wait. Obedience because we want to honor God should.
He knows it’s not easy. He knows faith feels like work sometimes but He’s got you. 1 Corinthians 10:13 says “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.”
You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. You can handle more than you’ve allowed yourself. You can do this wait thing and temptations and ease of settling won’t be a match for you once you come to the conclusion that sex has nothing to do with why you wait.
Love you from the moment in between my hormone rages,