Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
The topic of sex used to make me feel pretty uncomfy, but that's no longer the case. Now I'm excited about having sex. It's something I look forward to! And if you feel the same way, I want you to know you're not weird; you're normal.
In 2019, I published a post called "Why Daydreaming May Be More Dangerous Than You Think." The post is about how daydreaming often precedes lust. It’s actually been one of the most popular posts on TTT, so I decided to write this post about flirting—because flirting often precedes daydreaming, which often precedes lust. To show you what I mean, I included an embarrassing story from my own life. You're in for a treat.
But then reality set in, and my daydream came to a halt. Suddenly, the fantasy was over. Yet another perfect—and fictitious—scenario was done.
I started thinking about Four and Tris together…holding each other tightly…kissing passionately…with Four shirtless. And I started to imagine myself in Tris’ place…with Four and I holding each other tightly…kissing passionately…and Four shirtless.
In Christian culture, it seems like everyone advocates the practice of writing letters to our future husbands. I get it—it seems like a harmless way to connect the souls of two people who haven’t met yet. And what girl doesn't love to daydream about Prince Charming? But unfortunately, that may be what your letters to your future husband become—daydream sessions.
I listened to a slightly-too-convicting podcast last night (ahem). It was the By Faith podcast with host Christine Hoover and guest Callie Nixon. Callie shared about her struggles with lust, masturbation, and porn, which was a struggle that lasted for years. The most interesting, beautiful part of the podcast was Callie's observation that it was Jesus’ kindness—not His anger or His punishment or His "holding out" on her—that allowed her not to have a boyfriend while she was in the midst of her struggles with personal sexual sin.
But then reality set in, and my daydream came to a halt. Suddenly, the fantasy was over. Instead of being in the company of an attractive (and flirty, ahem) young man, I was alone.
Tizzie's Tidbits of Truth 