Dear single sister-friend,
You’ve been on my mind lately. Yes, you. Because I can’t get away from all the “sex” in this world. Every magazine cover screams of sexuality. Music videos taunt with little clothes and bare chests. Movies and books sell because of R-ratings. It’s everywhere!
So with all this sex talk, I keep thinking of you. Because I know it’s difficult to live in a world filled with temptation. I know what it’s like to believe that giving yourself away could somehow fulfill that desire to be loved.
I know because years ago, I was a promiscuous girl in search of “love.” I’m one who gave my body and soul away before the Lord rescued me from me — leaving scars on my spirit that can still effect.
God made sex. He designed it in all of its mystery. He created it in all of its complexity. We’re the ones that mess it up. We abuse and confuse it.
When He says that He crafted it for marriage, He says so out of His pursuing, perfect, consuming love for you and for me. It’s not that He’s mean or on some egotistical high, setting unreasonable boundaries. He defines sexuality. He blesses it.
But we worship it. We as a society take this deeply spiritual intimacy and make it a physical mockery. We as humans act as if we control our sexuality, saying when and where and why, when in actuality it controls us. We pant and lust and drool, mishandling the beauty He intended. I mishandled it.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
that you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases (your Lord).
Song of Solomon 8:4
Graciously, He forgives. He cleanses. He restores broken vessels. Always remember that truth. But He allows the scars. He heals, but leaves reminders of His great mercy.
So I’ve been thinking of you. And praying for you — that you would wait for that one He’s preparing. That you would remember true beauty and trust your Father to be faithful. And that you would continually pray for your future husband, because he’s facing the same, relentless deceptions.
Signed in love,
A girl with scars
Fill me, Lord…
If you’re single, how have you struggled against the world’s conversation about sex?
If you’re not single, what would you say to your single sister-friends about sexuality?
To all my fellow Sermon on the Mount peeps, wow. Feeling a little tangled in chapter six but I’m pressing on, by His grace. I pray that He gives us quick minds this week.
And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.