Okay, let’s be honest. I’m 20-years-old. I am single. I am not married. I’ve only had two “so-called” girlfriends: Veronica and Jeni. I’m not even sure Veronica counts (I kissed her once on the hand and once on the cheek), but our relationship felt more in God’s will than my relationship with Jeni. Jeni and I never had sex, but my hands touched nearly every inch of her bare skin.
In this day and age, sex is everywhere. My body longs to be intimate and sensual. I fight it every day. Nude women seem to fill up magazines and billboards. It’s so hard to quench my desires. I thank God that he hasn’t provided another girlfriend for me these past two years; I probably wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
I have dreamed in this journal of my other half, my other self, or the other side of me. I see now, that doesn’t exist. I’ve learned that I alone have a purpose. Two halves never make a whole; only a whole person in Christ and another whole person in Christ will make two people wholly each other in marriage.
I am me and Jesus has made me whole. In Him, I am pure. If God longs to place me in a relationship, then it will be done in his timing. Love is too strong and it will kill me if I try to force it into being. I must let love grow on its own.