November/December 2015 I met a guy who swept me off my
feet…with his words. My initial reaction when I first saw him was not that of
attraction, but as I listened to his words I couldn’t help but feel myself being
drawn to him. He talked about God’s kingdom, he had a thorough knowledge of the
bible, and he caused some paradigm shifts in some of my shallow thinking. I was
totally impressed by that.
During the holidays when I’m home I find solace in staying
indoors reading books and being alone. One day though, my sister had a catering
function and she requested my help with organizing the event. This guy had
offered his place for my sister to come and prepare her food, and that is when
I met him. It was a jolly festive atmosphere very often being in the company of
people drinking alcohol, smoking weed, chatting- most often conversations about
how ridiculous bible stories are. For me this was intriguing because for a long
time I had spent most of my time reading books or in the church or in the company
of my friends who possess the same values as mine. Being in the company of my
sister’s friends most of the time was different and kind of enjoyable as I
began drinking wine casually and partaking in conversations that mocked the
deity of Christ. I honestly don’t mind people practicing their freedom, but for
me personally many things that "liberate" people are the same things that enslave
me.
In the early morning when everyone had went to their
separate rooms I found myself on the couch laying on the guy’s lap. We had been
lost in conversation for so long and I was very tipsy from the wine I had been
drinking that day. Most moments I caught myself gazing in his eyes with a
yearning heart that said “touch me.” When he appeared not to get the “picture”
I personally took his hand and led it to my pelvic area. He quickly removed his
hand and said, “I know exactly what you
need, but I’m not going to touch you. Shortcuts don’t work in life.” Wow.
That imprinted a very impressive picture that I began to have of him. In my
past life; wine plus a male plus a female automatically equaled sex; and here
was a man who I’ve been vulnerable to; whom I had exposed my weaknesses to,
whom I was drunk around, whom I wanted to be touched by… and he tells me that
he’s not going to touch me!
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