Thursday, July 28, 2011
Standing to depart, I realized that the bug had somehow squirmed its way out of my blouse and was now inside my pants. A bug in one's blouse is one issue, a pest in one's pants takes this to a whole new level. I still did not scream--I think I was too terrified of what was crawling around my undergarments. Calmly, hoping no one would notice, I put my hand down my pants and retrieved Mr. Japanese beetle himself. Don't ask me why I didn't go to the ladies room to do this. I didn't think of it. I reacted. I wanted the bug out of my britches.
Now that the insect is far away, I laugh at the day's event. Being a writer, I know God lets these things happen to me so I can write about them and make a spiritual application. On my bike ride it came to me.
Please listen young people, it is a fast track from point A to point B. A hand down a blouse becomes a hand down one's pants before you have time to react. How quickly your life can change and you find yourself in a position you never expected to be in when your day began. Be aware. Don't go there. Be prepared to flail your arms and scream, "no" before you do something you'll regret for the rest of your life.
I know this. When you stand at the altar to marry the love of your life, you'll wish there were no hands who had ever touched you but your husband's. The same goes for the guys. How special your bride will feel knowing she will be the first and the only. It's a decision you will not regret.
Pre-marital sex can seem like a splash of serenity. But it's only a splash. Within seconds the splash is gone and so is the serenity. Be careful what you let in your pants. You could really get stung.
Love you teens. Praying for you,