Anyway, I
was thinking about how I love these shoes—they’re my happy, sunny shoes! But I
wish I still had or would buy a pair of red shoes again. There’s just something
empowering about red. Wearing red shoes is kind of like wearing pretty or sexy
underwear: it just makes a girl feel good and powerful. So, why does bright
yellow shoes make me feel happy but not powerful? Does it have to do with
sexiness?
And that
was hard for me to take. I love being a virgin (FYI, in case you didn’t get the
memo, I like being awkward. I like toeing the line of being politically
correct, especially as a Christian)! I hope that I continue to be a virgin
until my wedding night, then I’m really looking forward to having hot, awkward,
loving sex with the man I will love for the rest of my life! And it’s not
because I’m afraid God will disapprove of me or hate me if I slip up before I’m
married (God knows that I have done plenty of other stupid, hurtful things. And
He still loves me! He loves me so much that He doesn’t want me to continue
hurting myself with sin. And you know what? He loves you too! More than our
little heads can comprehend). And it isn’t that I’m concerned that my future
husband will be mad or upset if I give my virginity to someone else. No, my
choice in saving myself for marriage is for my protection. I know that I want
to experience that incredible action for someone who I love and who loves me—a love
so permanent it will last the rest of our lives. And someone who I know well
enough that whatever mishaps or awkwardness or discomfort there is, we will
overcome it and be comfortable enough with each other to tell each other the
truth. I want my first time to be with someone who always has and always will
protect and love me. (and when I say always, it won’t be every second of every
day. We will fight. We will have difficult times to go through. We will
disagree and fall short of expectations. But at the end of every day, we will
love each other. We will figure things out. We will turn to God and ask for
guidance, forgiveness, courage. We will never go to bed angry or blaming.)
(Okay,
another tangent: Did you know the Bible says, “All things are
lawful for me, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful for me,
but I will not be mastered by anything.”? Yeah, 1 Corinthians 6:12. So that sin
you’ve been justifying, it’s permissible, but you better believe it’s not
helping you. A friend of mine basically compared it to food (which verse 13
kind of does too). You can eat whatever you want—you can eat a hamburger that’s
been sitting in a parking lot or even rocks and glass—but not everything is
going to help you. Some of it is going to hurt you later on, even poison you.
When I swallowed the pill that everything is lawful, every sin I committed kind
of came back up with that pill. I was uncomfortable with the thought that “Yeah,
it’s okay.” I don’t want those things in my life anymore. And it is a real
struggle to let them go and forget about them. And the hardest part is, I know
God can free me from everything I have let master me—I’ve seen Him do it! But I
haven’t let myself completely surrender those things to Him yet. Writing this
all down will help me. I hope it helps you too. But what I really need, is just
a good long soak with God where I cry and surrender it all to Him, and He
washes me clean.)
So,
going back to the shoes and sexiness. I realized that I kind of do buy into the
feminist thought that sex empowers women. And I’m not okay with that. Yeah, sex
is great—in the right relationship. And it isn’t healthy (in any sense) to
sleep around, especially for women. Sex forms bonds and those shouldn’t be
formed just to be broken. Sex isn’t just physical, never is it just physical.
And I was thinking about what culture says about sex. I haven’t read 50 Shades
of Grey, but I get the premise. Would that girl feel as good about herself if
the guy hadn’t ended up falling in love with her? If things had worked out as
he originally planned with weird sex that she just submits to, that’s an
abusive relationship. (I really want to start talking about abusive
relationships not being celebrated by the culture. There are girls being trafficked
for sex, and there are best selling novels celebrating submissive relationships
because it’s all fine in the end—he “loved” her. Why didn’t she have the guts
to demand that in the first place?! Women deserve to be loved and appreciated and
respected. And women need to know that they can and should demand those things,
especially from the man she’s sleeping with.).
Sex
is powerful, but it is only empowering when it is done in love. Maybe I’m
wrong, but isn’t the empowering thing about sex for women that this man is
trembling for her? That he is surrendering for her? That he is appreciating her
body? That he finds her amazing? Isn’t sex empowering because it is a sign of
surrendering, passionate, intoxicating love? If I’m wrong and it’s not about
those things, I don’t want any part of. Mere physical pleasure is nothing
compared to having that love.