Hi everyone! Hope
your week is getting off to a great start. So for today’s Monologue Monday
post, we have a guest poster who is literally one of the sweetest, most
thoughtful people ever. While we haven’t known each other all that long, I am
still honored to say that I know her and to call her a friend.
Her blog name is An Athlete’sWife, and you can find her here. I
highly recommend that you check her out; not only is she seemingly selfless
and constantly encouraging others, she is also definitely the kind of person
that you want rooting for you.
Last week, I asked
her would she mind telling her story in the hopes of encouraging someone else,
and without any hesitation she gladly accepted. Read it and let me know if you
too can relate. So here it is (and sorry for blabbering, but I just had to tell you all how awesome she is
before I posted her monologue):
I was 17 years old
and my boyfriend at the time wanted to have sex. Up until this point I had
really been afraid of sex and everything that came along with it. I was afraid
to get pregnant. I was afraid to get a disease. I was afraid of the pain that
people said came along with it. I was afraid that people would be able to tell.
But I did it. I don’t know what made me decide that it was a good idea because it wasn’t. Afterwards I felt dirty and
not like myself.
My parents never
really had “the talk” with me. It was more like “You’re not supposed to have
sex before marriage.” The end. So I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but there was
no other information. I mean I believed in God, but I guess I felt like it was
no big deal.
That
experience really changed my life. We didn’t stay together very
long… In fact, he cheated on me, but stupidly I took him back. My parents found
out and my mom was hurt, but there was still no real talk. My dad just said that
he knew I would have sex again, but that I needed to always protect myself. So there was no real conviction to not have
sex.
I didn’t really
understand until I was in my twenties, that what I had given away was so special and important. I realized the
importance of soul ties and why God intended for sex to be between a husband
and a wife. Looking back on it, I really
wish I had not given my heart and part of my soul to those that I did. I
wish that I understood that I was worth
waiting for, and that if a guy rushed to get it, then he would rush on to
the next girl.
I do feel that God uses everything, good or
bad, for a specific purpose in our lives. Had I not gone through that
experience, I wouldn’t be able to encourage young women about how important it
is to know who they are, know their self-worth, know that their love for a guy is not tied to whether or not she has
sex with him, and to know how special God made them.
Waiting is hard,
but there are more people waiting than you think. I am currently married to the love of my life, but I can’t help but
think how different things would be had we both waited. I definitely thank God
for letting us get it right and bringing us together because we are perfect for each other. We know that God designed for us to become
man and wife.
I want to encourage
you all in the same way that I would encourage my daughter if I had one. So
here are a few of my thoughts:
You
are all beautiful. You are worth waiting for.
If he really loves you, he won’t pressure you. You know that you’re ready
for sex if you’re married, live on your own, and pay all of your own bills. You can’t miss it if you haven’t had it. If you wait until marriage, you won’t have
any other experience to compare it to, so it will be the best you ever had J