Is that me?
I don’t recognize…
Love’s the one thing I knew all about.
I had it all figured out.
I never understood homosexuality. For me, I was Paul, persecuting those who identified as “gay” or “lesbian.” I was never one to protest, tell people they’re going to hell, that God hates them, etc. I just didn’t understand how the two could mix: Christianity and homosexuality.
If you’re gay, okay. Live your life however you want. I’m not going to be angry with or oppose you.
But in terms of Christianity? It’s an abomination. It says so in our Bible. So why is it even a topic of conversation at churches and Christian schools, like mine?
I never believed that people “couldn’t help it” or were “born this way.” Not until…
…not until about two weeks ago. I made a new friend. She is gay. She is Christian. She loves God but finds herself attracted to girls. She told me that if she could “turn it off,” she would because it would make her life so much easier… but she can’t.
She’s prayed about it, she’s been prayed over, she’s spoken to her pastor, she’s met with a Christian counselor, and… nothing.
Life didn’t make sense for the longest when she told me her story. I was so confused. I still am.
What’s even more confusing? She likes me… And you know what’s crazy?
I like her too.
We fall in love with personality,
the words they say
and their behavior,
the thoughts and opinions,
the moments you make and remember;
we lust with our eyes
and love with our hearts.
I would say it is completely possible
to fall in love with someone
without having a physical contact
because it is a pure, raw love for them,
who they are
and what they’re about.
Perhaps it’s the best way to fall in love.
You fall in love with the sight of their soul,
not the sight through our eyes –
which may be misleading.
The thing about modesty is that it all revolves around love.
A love for the LORD that completely satisfies a woman in a such a way that she is able to resist the temptation to be affirmed by the eyes of men.
A love for others that will cause a woman to dress appropriately not only because she knows that a gentle and meek spirit is precious in the sight of God but also to guard the hearts of her brothers in faith, not allowing her body to distract them from honoring the LORD.
A love for women that are younger in the faith that are watching her and learning what it means to be a godly woman by her example. She is either teaching them that it is okay to put her body on display for the world to see or to clothe herself in godliness.
So the question to be asked is, how are you loving God and others with what you are wearing?
I originally wanted to title this, “Fear of Intimacy,” but that’s not what I am afraid of.
My boyfriend and I have been intimate before, though we’ve not had sex. To be honest, the thought of sex excites me and I want it because who wouldn’t? We’re human! That’s the second thing we want after food and water! So intimacy on any level is no problem and the neither is the thought of sex… most of the time.
For years I’ve associated sex with fear and submission… with zero power and no control over anything that happens. This can be exciting for some (if you minus the ‘fear’), but it wasn’t always for me. I was not actively having sex when this fear developed, so I’d take a lot more than I could handle. I’d lay there not knowing when it was going to stop or what would happen next. What made things so confusing, though, was the fact that I did enjoy it, but I didn’t want it. It was what I wanted, but not how or when I wanted it… but that’s another story.
Thinking about sex now frightens me sometimes. So many What if…? questions come to mind that I know will never be of concern, but my mind still asks, What if…? Just because it’s a different person doesn’t mean the same thing can’t happen again. What if?
¿Por qué servimos? Servimos porque somos los hijos de Dios y los seguidores de Cristo. Jesucristo vino para salvar y servir. No podemos salvar, pero podemos servir. Eso es por qué servimos.
There’s another side of me that I keep on the down down down low. There’s only one person in the world who knows who that person is and can unlock that part of me.
I’ve been having thoughts–quite distracting, btw–all day long about this one thing. It seems kind of pointless to write about it if I’m not going to say what it is but, I’ve got to “tell” someone. I would, of course, just talk to the one person who knows but do you ever feel like even a simple “Hello” in someone’s life is, not a nuisance, but like something unnecessarily extra that they really don’t have to deal with… like there are other important things that they’d rather give their attention, and there are.
Well, I’m done complaining or whining or venting or whatever I’m doing.