Thoughts about Life
"Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?" 1 Corinthians 3:16
"Strength and dignity are her clothes, and she smiles at the future." Proverbs 31:25
"Strength and dignity are her clothes, and she smiles at the future." Proverbs 31:25
One of the biggest problems with society today is that privates are no longer private. Apparently, they are to be celebrated and flaunted about--but it's only acceptable if it's provocative or "funny". I saw a video in my news feed two days ago with a man dancing around with his penis tucked between his legs, and Facebook ruled that it didn't violate its guidelines; yet people flag breastfeeding pictures for nudity like it's going out of style--and Facebook removes them. I saw someone share a picture of the Kardashian photo that "broke the internet", but a friend's newborn's pictures were removed because they were "inappropriate". A naked newborn whose sex couldn't even be identified because of the flailing legs and arms? THAT is inappropriate, but Kim Kardashian's large and bare rear end IS appropriate? And it's okay to have tweenagers, teenagers, and young adult females posting pictures with their breasts practically hanging out of their shirts, but it's considered "outdated" to not sleep around?
America, where is your respect? Where is your dignity? When did it become okay for young girls to sexually portray themselves in public and on social media? You claim that pictures of half-naked children running through the sprinkler in the summer invites the attention of pedophiles--but your thirteen year-old daughter posting dolled-up duckface selfies on Twitter and Instagram invites sexual predators. You gasp because there's a woman breastfeeding in a public park, but your fifteen-year old son is sexting girls. Put your collective privates back in your pants and under your shirts. You don't have to dress like nuns and monks, but dress modestly and save the sexuality for your spouse. If you're not married, save your treasure (yes, I just referred to women's vaginas and men's penises as "treasures") for your future spouse.
America, where is your respect? Where is your dignity? When did it become okay for young girls to sexually portray themselves in public and on social media? You claim that pictures of half-naked children running through the sprinkler in the summer invites the attention of pedophiles--but your thirteen year-old daughter posting dolled-up duckface selfies on Twitter and Instagram invites sexual predators. You gasp because there's a woman breastfeeding in a public park, but your fifteen-year old son is sexting girls. Put your collective privates back in your pants and under your shirts. You don't have to dress like nuns and monks, but dress modestly and save the sexuality for your spouse. If you're not married, save your treasure (yes, I just referred to women's vaginas and men's penises as "treasures") for your future spouse.
Respect yourself; love yourself; save the most intimate thing God gave you and share it with that one person with whom you wish you spend the rest of your life. If you order a steak at a restaurant, do you want one made just for you, or do you want five or six other people to take a bite out of it first?
It is grievous that young women feel the pressure to be provocative in order to be loved and accepted; it is a travesty that young men feel the pressure to sleep with girls in order to be "a man". Families should spend more time together bonding, talking, and setting examples for each other.
Now, lest I be accused of preaching from a pedestal, I will freely admit that I teach from experience. I was raised to believe in waiting, and I did--all the way up until college. In my first two years, I held on to what I believed; however, in my third year, I suffered from depression. Because of this, my grades, my self-image, and my confidence fell. I ignored what I had been taught and gave in to the pressure of what I thought I had to do to be loved and accepted--and it failed. And it kept failing. I kept trying, and it kept failing. Years passed, and I got married. After I was pregnant with my son, I split from my husband for the last time. I tried relationships after that, but they all seemed to be lacking--so I decided to have a pure relationship. Fortunately, the person I was with decided that wasn't their cup of tea, and we split. Yes, I said fortunately--I am way beyond blessed that relationship did not last. Unfortunately, waiting did not seem to be on anyone else's list. However, God prevailed and sent me the man with whom I am going to spend the rest of my life, and we are waiting. It can difficult; however, because we have chosen to have an emotional relationship instead of a physical one, we are most satisfied.
That is a very short summary of a lot of life experience, and although I hold no regrets--I would not be where I am without the struggles I have endured--I do not wish that life on anyone. Because I let my hormones choose for me instead of my heart, I married a man who couldn't be faithful. I dated men who were unfaithful. I degraded, disrespected, and dishonored myself and God because I fell into the sexuality trap that America has become.
America, where is your respect? Where is your dignity? When did it become okay for young girls to sexually portray themselves in public and on social media? You claim that pictures of half-naked children running through the sprinkler in the summer invites the attention of pedophiles--but your thirteen year-old daughter posting dolled-up duckface selfies on Twitter and Instagram invites sexual predators. You gasp because there's a woman breastfeeding in a public park, but your fifteen-year old son is sexting girls. Put your collective privates back in your pants and under your shirts. You don't have to dress like nuns and monks, but dress modestly and save the sexuality for your spouse. If you're not married, save your treasure (yes, I just referred to women's vaginas and men's penises as "treasures") for your future spouse.
America, where is your respect? Where is your dignity? When did it become okay for young girls to sexually portray themselves in public and on social media? You claim that pictures of half-naked children running through the sprinkler in the summer invites the attention of pedophiles--but your thirteen year-old daughter posting dolled-up duckface selfies on Twitter and Instagram invites sexual predators. You gasp because there's a woman breastfeeding in a public park, but your fifteen-year old son is sexting girls. Put your collective privates back in your pants and under your shirts. You don't have to dress like nuns and monks, but dress modestly and save the sexuality for your spouse. If you're not married, save your treasure (yes, I just referred to women's vaginas and men's penises as "treasures") for your future spouse.
Respect yourself; love yourself; save the most intimate thing God gave you and share it with that one person with whom you wish you spend the rest of your life. If you order a steak at a restaurant, do you want one made just for you, or do you want five or six other people to take a bite out of it first?
It is grievous that young women feel the pressure to be provocative in order to be loved and accepted; it is a travesty that young men feel the pressure to sleep with girls in order to be "a man". Families should spend more time together bonding, talking, and setting examples for each other.
Now, lest I be accused of preaching from a pedestal, I will freely admit that I teach from experience. I was raised to believe in waiting, and I did--all the way up until college. In my first two years, I held on to what I believed; however, in my third year, I suffered from depression. Because of this, my grades, my self-image, and my confidence fell. I ignored what I had been taught and gave in to the pressure of what I thought I had to do to be loved and accepted--and it failed. And it kept failing. I kept trying, and it kept failing. Years passed, and I got married. After I was pregnant with my son, I split from my husband for the last time. I tried relationships after that, but they all seemed to be lacking--so I decided to have a pure relationship. Fortunately, the person I was with decided that wasn't their cup of tea, and we split. Yes, I said fortunately--I am way beyond blessed that relationship did not last. Unfortunately, waiting did not seem to be on anyone else's list. However, God prevailed and sent me the man with whom I am going to spend the rest of my life, and we are waiting. It can difficult; however, because we have chosen to have an emotional relationship instead of a physical one, we are most satisfied.
That is a very short summary of a lot of life experience, and although I hold no regrets--I would not be where I am without the struggles I have endured--I do not wish that life on anyone. Because I let my hormones choose for me instead of my heart, I married a man who couldn't be faithful. I dated men who were unfaithful. I degraded, disrespected, and dishonored myself and God because I fell into the sexuality trap that America has become.
So learn from me, learn from my experience without going through it yourself. Put your clothes back on, America, and respect yourself and others. Stop seeing breasts as sexual organs; stop letting your children believe they have to show their bodies off to be loved; stop letting your friends degrade themselves with flaunting their bodies.
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