Confessions of Our Generation

What is the something that every single person thinks about—however is too afraid to actually talk about?

Sex.

Sex is… awesome.

I don’t know many Christian bloggers who start off with that phrase, but they should. In my opinion, there is a serious problem when Christians try to tackle the topic of sex as though it’s a “say no to drugs” campaign, because the reality is we were never meant to say no to sex.

Sex is one of God’s most precious and valuable gifts to us as human beings. But without a doubt, the inappropriate use of this gift is leaving millions of people feeling more broken and alone than they ever thought imaginable.

And, I want to be the first to admit I struggle with it too--

I struggle with staying pure.

I struggle with sexual curiosity.

I struggle with slut-shaming myself.

I struggle with having a skewed perception.

I struggle with drawing the line in the sand of what is okay.

I struggle with being honest with those around me about my sex life.

I struggle with not allowing myself to be defined by my past sexual sin.

I struggle with guarding men's purity at the expense for selfish attention.

I struggle with sacrificing the knowledge of deserving more for pleasure. 

I don’t get afraid or embarrassed often-- however writing those words and knowing that people might read them scares the hell out of me. But, I want to be honest about my inner-self. I am not perfect, and neither are you. 

I regret a lot from my past. I regret my first kiss. I regret the first person I made out with. I regret the first time I fooled around. 

I regret how I lost my virginity-- it was in the front seat of a boy’s car, whom I was not even dating, in the back parking lot of a Safeway. It wasn’t planned-- I never woke up that morning saying this is the day—it just happened. We don’t even talk now. Romantic, right? 

I bought a purity ring that I wore daily before this day, and I remember looking down at my hand after we had sex—wanting to cry. I knew something that was special I had given away to the wrong boy. 

However, through my stupidity I continued to wear the ring and sleep around with the wrong boys. 

I look back now, and I wish I saved those beautiful moments for a man that I truly love and will be with forever. 

Yet, I know through these experiences I have been made REDEEMED. I am still LOVED. I am still PRECIOUS. I am still HIS.

I may struggle at times, but I know that God has been there with me the entire time. He was reaching for me when I turned my back on him. He was calling my name when I ran toward other things for satisfaction.There is no time for regret with Jesus. 

I want to live in a world that is completely Jesus-centered. I want to live in a world that is seeking after a revival for purity. I want to live in a world that is patient with struggle, and even more accepting towards growth. I want to live in a world that strips away guilt, and replaces it with truth. I want to live in a world that shatters addictions, and finds people find freedom. I want to live in a world that redefines the beauty of sex.