A lot of you who know me may be wondering why my Facebook profile has a picture of Peter and me kissing when I always say, “kissing looks gross.” There’s a small part of mine and Peter’s story we kept for our family, close friends and ourselves.
We didn’t kiss on the lips until the morning of our wedding.
When we set the standard of not kissing, boundaries became harder. We were allowed to kiss on the cheek and hand but there were times we decided to not even do that. We struggled along the way.
Some may say we were too extreme but…
fighting to love each other the right way is not extreme.
Because of our broken pasts The Scariest Roadwe had to be, so-called ‘extreme.’ Had we kissed before our wedding it wouldn’t of been sinning. We would’ve just been falling short of goals we set and therefore making the other less important than our selfish desires.
We continue to thank God for our victories. Now that we are married we are more aware of the physical and emotional connection kissing has. The idea of kissing someone besides my husband is foreign and wrong.
I write this to encourage those who are fighting for a healthy relationship centered in Christ. You can do it. So don’t stop fighting for it.
The other day I was thinking about all the things in my life that are either cheap or used, my clothes, my car, and even my guitar. Then memories of other cheap things came to mind, weak friendships was one of them. This poem is about people, specifically some guys, who say what we want to hear, do half the things we want, only to keep us around for as long as we’ll stick around. But should we settle for good? Or do we hold out for best? Maybe best will never come? Will we lower our standards because it’s in front of us? Readers Best already came! (John 3:16-17)
The shirts that rip and tear telling you the empty promises that they will be there.
They come with visible stains causing your heart pain.
Unaware of the stories the shirts hide, you wonder if trying one on will help you decide.
With prince charming actions the thread still pulls. Yet, it insists it will make life full.
Sitting at arms length, does your lack of self-control give up all strength?
Or do you walk away from the sweet deals waiting not for a goodwill boy, but for something real.