Despite what movies and magazines will tell you, the point of life is not to be paired up with another person. I don’t know what God has planned for you or your relationships. But, I can tell you, as a girl who wasn’t kissed until her second year of college, that you aren’t weird or out of step if you are waiting or haven’t had the opportunity.
I remember very well the first time that Chad and I ever kissed. It was September 7, 1997. I was a nineteen year old awkward teen, with too-poofy hair and little knowledge of how anything in this world works. He was a long-haired deep thinker in a rock and roll band. And, there we were, sharing a kiss in a parking lot in Lubbock, Texas.
It was my first kiss. Ever.
I don’t how much of it had to do with my upbringing or the strict moral rules I sort of inflicted on myself. I’m not sure if it was just because I never really wanted to kiss anyone else. Or maybe I was scared. Or maybe too awkward.
Or maybe somehow, someway, God, with His divine grace and His perfect timing, protected me from ever giving my heart away before it was time. But, whatever the reason, I am so glad that Chad is the only person I’ve ever kissed.
I know that a lot of things are written these days to the girls who have already had sex, to the ones who are past the point of first kisses and first sexual experiences. And, I’m so glad there’s so much out there about the absolute truth of God’s grace and His forgiveness and how you are NEVER out of the reach of His mercy and love. I’m so glad that if you’re reading this right now and you have made sexual decisions that you regret, I can reiterate with no exceptions that God loves you deeply, and He will forgive you. And, you can move forward and make choices that honor Him.
But, I’m not really writing this particular post for you.
I’m writing this for the girls who haven’t had boyfriends. The ones who are wondering if there’s something wrong with them because they haven’t had sex. The ones who are longing to kiss or have sex with someone–anyone–just so that they won’t be the only ones in the world who haven’t.
I’m writing this to my own daughters.
Because I want you to know that there are still plenty of people who hear that Chad is the only person I’ve kissed who will think it’s weird. Who will think it’s crazy. Unreasonable. Who will think that there must’ve been something wrong with me as a teenager.
