Talking Sex With Teenage Girls
For my birthday my sister got me a book that I have been wanting to read regarding teen girls and their sexuality. I started reading it last night and was somewhat disappointed with what the book was portraying and the message that it had.
I think a lot of times in churches, and specifically in youth groups, we push so hard for teens not to have sex. It is nothing more than a repetitive ranting and raving that is pounded into their skulls without any explanation of why you shouldn’t and why you have been created the way.
Our sexuality and need for companionship is such a beautiful picture of our longing for Christ, our longing for deep intimate relationships with unconditional love and satisfaction. Instead, we turn it into nothing more than a freight fest of don’t do this or else you are plagued with STD’s or AIDS, or even worse being marked as a ‘horror.’
This book that I am reading feels as though the entire time you are being chewed out. Her frank words and expressions are far less than a message of love. I have no problem with being blunt, as most of you know, but when bluntness turns into demeaning, there is no excuse.
My major problem with this book is that it portrays a teenage guy as nothing more than a sex crazed hormone walking around school or the mall. I am not disputing that teenage guys are sexual beings, but I think I can make the statement that most teenagers are sexual beings, and sexually curious at that stage in their lives. She often puts the mistake of things going to far on the guy, when I know very well that many girls push more and more to be loved and physical.
Our girls don’t need to be lectured and screamed at, they need to be loved by their parents and prayed for. They need to be lovingly told that God has so much more than just a cheap relationship that is nothing more than a temporal fullfillment of emptiness and attention.
To all my girls: I love you! God loves you! And remember that you are so precious and loved by so many. Fight the fight, and wait for God’s amazing timing.
Everything
Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That’s leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose…you’re everything.
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won’t let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you’re all I want, You’re all I need
You’re everything,everything
You’re all I want your all I need
You’re everything, everything.
You’re all I want you’re all I need.
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want you’re all I need, you’re everything, everything.
And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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“It often seems that the more I try to disentangle myself from the darkness, the darker it becomes. I need light, but that light has to conquer my darkness, and that I cannot bring about myself. I cannot forgive myself. I cannot make myself feel loved. By myself I cannot leave the land of my nager. I cannot bring myself home nor can I create communion on my own. I can desire it, hope for it, wait for it, yes, pray for it. but my true freedom I cannot fabricate for myself. That must be given to me. I am lost. I must be found and brought home by the Shepherd who goes out with me.”
~ Henri Nouwen
