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Thoughts on Sex

Some how sex has shifted from a benefit of marriage to a requirement of infatuation. It's no longer cool to save yourself for marriage. But rather save yourself for when it feels right. So women lay down expecting great sex only to get up wishing they were more patient. We want the anointing to please partners without the commitment of a lifetime. We test drive a perfect plan made by a perfect God. We mock holiness for the gems of this world. Hey, it's okay if you have sex with him cause if it's not good you're still a virgin. It's like we have redemptive power according to how we feel. Virginity sold to the highest bidder! We put price tags on moments we can't get back. Sell temples we don't even own. If nobody owns you then you should be dead according to the law.

The biggest lie I use to believe was sex is painful. Most people have no idea what sex really is 1. Because people don't read the Bible. And 2. Because some how opinions became facts and facts became bible.

I kept my virginity out of fear and everyone around me would commend me for my accomplishment. It was never God's intention for me to fear His gift. For years this caused me so much sorrow. Yet if sex is a blessing it makes one rich and God adds no sorrow with it. That revelation changed my perspective. It motivates me to wait for God's perfect timing which requires more than the right one.

I've met a lot of "right ones" until life happened and I found somebody else who became the right one for real this time. There are plenty of "right ones" but only one moment to share.

The most amazing thing about waiting on God is it will be the perfect timing with the best person and you can share one moment over and over for the rest for your life. I'm not settling for one moment I can't get back but for a beautiful gift I can experience for the rest of my life.

Don't wait because you're scared lonely or shameful. Wait because God is..........

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