I was 17. My boyfriend was the quarter back of the football team, prom king, and everything everyone else wanted.
My friends were doing it.
And nobody really told me not to.
No one told me what it would bring.
I continued on with my life, and it became a normal part of relationships for me.
Boyfriend and sex were synonymous.
Everything about this world says have sex. Friends, television, movies, books. It’s everywhere and our minds can’t get away from it.
I never knew what it was really meant for. I just thought it was a part of life.
But honestly, sex leaves you pretty broken.
It takes a piece of you, they take a piece of you you’re never getting back.
And when relationships don’t work, which they often don’t, you’re left wounded, and vulnerable, and empty.
Whoever’s reading this, tell me you haven’t ever felt that way at some point after sex.
I think it’s because our souls are so involved.
When you have sex with someone, your souls intertwine. And if their soul isn’t one that fills the deepest parts of your heart, then you’re left feeling like something’s still missing.
We aren’t meant to sleep around.
We aren’t meant to leave our souls out on the table for any man to play with.
That’s not what God intended.
He intended sex to be between you and one other person, the one He created for you. That one man that will fill parts of your soul you never even knew existed.
Sex isn’t wrong.
Sex with just anyone is.
Sex outside of marriage is.
And if you don’t believe me, just listen to your soul. Does it ever lay awake wondering why it’s still wanting more? Does it ever ache when you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and you wish you could take back so much time?
There’s so much more that God wants for you. He’s just waiting for you to realize the worth you have. He created your soul and He knows what it needs.
