Original Post Date – September 6, 2007
Good Morning!
I pray that you woke up feeling refreshed and ready to make this day count. This blog will focus on premarital sex…my thoughts and views. I pray that it reaches the people it needs to and blesses them. As a warning, this particular post will be very direct. There will be nothing sweet about it. So, if you are looking for a watered-down version on this subject, you can stop reading right now. You won’t get that from me.
Blessings,
Ayana E.
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14.
I was 14 when I started having sex. I was 14 when I became pregnant. I was 14 when I lay in ICU because I had complications with my pregnancy and had to have an emergency c-section. I was 14 when the first and only person I had been with sexually gave me an STD.
At 14, I should have been doing something totally different. Instead, I was having sex with a guy much older than I was. I was skipping school just to go off to do something that I should not have been doing. It was even my idea to have sex the first time. He never tried to pressure me to do anything. We’d kiss and touch for hours though…Yes hours…However, the decision for me to give myself to him was my own.
After my first time, I was trying to have sex as often as I could. I actually became addicted to sex. I know some people have said that, but I really was. Everytime my boyfriend and I were together, we HAD to have sex. It wasn’t all on him. It was me. I’d threaten him if he did not want to have sex with me in a particular place. Yeah, imagine that…A 14 year old girl threatening someone if he does not have sex with her. How crazy does that sound? It sounds crazy, but it is true.
In the years that followed, I had different sex partners, babies, and an abortion. While sex is very pleasurable, having premarital sex has caused me more heartache and emotional pain than anything in my life. I thought about that this morning…just reflected on what in my life could have caused more pain and nothing besides the deaths of my dad and grandmother come close.
Sex was designed by God for married couples. Yes, I knew that then. I’m not going to say I did not care about what God wanted for me. I just did not care to wait. There were so many voids I was trying to fill and sex seemed to be a great fix. Granted that during the times I was having sex, I was in my own little world and just enjoying the act. However, afterwards, I’d be left feeling empty. I’d be left unsatisfied regardless of how good the sex was just moments before. I’d feel ashamed and as odd as it may sound, my first thoughts after having sex would be of God. I could just feel Him shaking His head at me…disappointed. I’d feel disappointed in myself for a little while too until it was time for the cycle to be repeated.
14 years after the first time I had sex, I have so many regrets. I looked back on the times I shared myself with others and wish I would have waited. While I was having sex, waiting was not on my list of options. I so desperately wanted that temporary fix that having sex gave me. I couldn’t help but to wonder why I should wait when I can get what I want now.
At 28, waiting is the best option for me. As I lay in bed last night, I thought about how just earlier this year, I had been laying next to the man I was engaged to. I also began to think about the people who have written me declaring their pride in being celibate. They (some young and old) insisted that they are going to wait until marriage. I then began to really think about my need to wait. I asked myself if I COULD wait and if I am WORTH the wait.
While I am no longer laying next to my ex nor engaging in sexual acts with him, in the morning when I wake up, I have no regrets. My heart and mind are clear. Every day I wait is another day I have to say that I honored God. We are to honor God with our bodies. I know what I do with my body is important to Him.
I have repented and asked God for forgiveness for allowing men to have illegal access to something special that is to be shared with the man who is to be my husband. I once thought I would lose my mind if I could not have sex. Really. I did think that. However, as I grow stronger spiritually and closer to God, I know that I can wait until I am married. God loves me. I love myself. In those two truths, I know that I am worth the wait.
I do wish I knew everything I know now when I was 14. I wish I would have run to God instead of running to men to fill a void that could only be filled by Him. While the STD was curable, it could have been something worse. Having premarital sex leaves people open to more sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies. If we all followed God’s design for sex instead of the world’s, there would be fewer STDs, unwed mothers, and abortions.
God is covering me now and I believe in my heart that the decision to stop having sex and continuing to wait is one of the best decisions I could have ever made in life.
I will continue to run to Him. He will continue to cover me.
I am worth the wait.
Waiting,
Ayana E.
