Tag: sex
Fill The Bars With Worthy Women
I want to be the woman sitting at the bar who is enticing and inviting. No, not necessarily seductive, but welcoming and warm. I want to be the woman sitting at the bar who decorates her body with a miraculous medal and pearls, like a palace so glorious your eyes are caught in wonder of it’s beauty. But if the palace was stripped of it’s color and decorations, it would be just as striking inside and out. I want to be the woman who doesn’t hide behind make-up but rather accentuates her face with bobbi brown and golden eye shadow. I want to be the woman sitting at the bar who doesn’t show too much or too little of her heart or her body. I want to be the woman at the bar sipping on a blue moon, not falling over a chair after her tenth shot of vodka. I want to be the woman sitting at the bar who knows how to be in the world, not of the world. Always in control of how much she is drinking: responsible, confident, fun, and free. I want to be a safe place in the world for men and women to be themselves. Men won’t have to put on a show in order to get my attention. Women can be relieved that I am not another threat in the room; there is no competition, rather we can celebrate each other’s beauty, passing along advice on where to get those high heels or how to curl your hair in such a way that it doesn’t fall out. I want to be the same girl sitting at the bar that is kneeling in the pew the next day for mass with nothing to hide from the Lord. I won’t have any regrets because I remained myself and in control; aware of His presence wherever I went. I want to be the kind of woman that my future husband would be looking for. Not eager to take me home the night of but eager to wait for me at the end of the aisle on our wedding day. I may not be her yet but I’m getting there!
Proverbs 31
Thank you Rape.
Thank you Rape, for revealing to me my own strength. Thank you Rape, for introducing this warrior to the world whom I didn’t know existed before you. Thank you Rape, for creating this confident, independent, brave advocate against you. You should be so afraid Rape, because the little girl you thought you silenced has grown into a woman louder than you will ever be. I feel bad for you Rape, because you will only ever be capable of taking what isn’t yours to take. You will never be able to freely give or receive true, authentic love. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT THAT IS. You only know how to steal, kill, and destroy and YOU DID for a while there… you did steal my innocence, you did kill my happiness, you did destroy me. But wherever there is scorched land, there is new life ready to rise up from the ashes. No really Rape. Can you smell the flowers blooming from the ground you thought you sterilized from beauty and strength? Did you expect, Rape, for me to stay down and hidden forever? Did you see me coming? Did you think I was yours to keep? What a sad and miserable existence you are Rape. You are the complete absence of freedom. And because you will never know freedom Rape, I pity you more than anything. I pity that you had to latch onto him. You fed on his insecurity and arrogance and you convinced him to sip on the beauty, strength, truth and goodness in me until I was dried out. I will give you this Rape, you are patient and meticulous. You are very strategic Rape. You lured me in. You didn’t take everything at once. Oh no you didn’t… You took my heart way before you took my body. You breathed in the smoke from the light you blew out and then you exchanged all my color for grey. I thought I was lost, but I wasn’t lost because you were the one keeping me. You were the one holding me hostage. This whole time, you were the one forcing me to stay in the mud you pushed me in when I was 15. I was never lost, but you thought I was yours Rape. You thought I was yours Evil One. You thought I was yours Father of lies. I never belonged to you. I have always belonged to a Savior much brighter, louder, and stronger than you Rape. I have always belonged to myself and I decide who changes me from now on. And I have always belonged in the sweet, gentle, protective arms of my future husband. And he will be the complete opposite of you Rape. He will not have to rob me because I will simply give myself to him. By now Rape, I hope you see that you are not victorious. You didn’t win. Your glory burns out quickly, but the glory of my Lord burns forever. And there are many other voices rising up and waging against you Rape. Men and women joining together with me to silence you. You are finished. (John 19:30)
I’M ABOUT TO EXPLODE!
Here’s what I do know… hook-ups and one-night stands don’t feel that awesome the next morning. Scrambling for a cup of coffee, hungover, feeling pretty awkward; trying to figure out what the HELL happened last night; wanting to sit in the shower for hours not only to wash off the make-up you slept in but to get rid of the tangible, dirty feeling the guy from the night before left on your skin. That was my only motivation for chastity the last ten years. I knew that I didn’t like feeling regret, trapped, lonely, used, bruised, and thrown away. Although I wasn’t any good at it, I was aware of what to avoid but I didn’t really know what I was striving for. I thought that chastity would leave me lonely in my bed at night, wishing someone was laying beside me. I thought looking at all my friends in happy and lively relationships was going to leave me longing and aching for love and affection. I thought I would be full of sexual frustration, like a boiling pot of water about to overflow onto the stove. What I wish I would’ve known is that chastity is not forcing down your desires until you explode, rather, it is the key to pure and unadulterated freedom! I never associated freedom with chastity until I was living in the light of Christ for an extended period of time. Truly anything is possible with Him who strengthens us, even chastity. I never thought I would be the girl who turned down hot guys, joyfully and willingly. I never thought I would crown myself with chastity proudly. I never thought I would be free from the ball-and-chain the culture we live in ties to our ankles. Chastity to me is no longer a burden, rather a catalyst to release my true self in Christ. It is no longer a long-sequence of ‘no’s’ rather a greater YES or I DO on my wedding day to the love of my life.
Everybody Loves Bry 