I’m coming here to be so honest.
In plain and simple terms, I’m a christian and I’m roasting.
Yes, we exist.
The biggest mistake I made was opening my legs to experience sex before the time was right, before I was married.
Don’t get me wrong. Sex is good. Sex is GREAT. But it’s meant for a certain time and I didn’t stick to that.
You know sex is powerful when you’re doing it with someone you don’t even have feelings for anymore… ‘friends with benefits’? The youths call it today. It’s a dangerous game to play; fornication itself is.
“Come over for some 👀”
At first my women’s right, feminist side of me wanted to scream “you can’t just use me for sex when you feel like it!” But I wanted it too, if not more.
Fornication is strong, lust is strong. But conviction is stronger. I remember fornicating and not feeling any two ways about it. But the last time I fornicated (30th March 2019, GUYS ITS BEEN SO LONG LMAO😂🥺) the conviction was so strong, so strong I didn’t even enjoy it. That’s when I knew I had to stop and I haven’t had sex since. I made a vow to God and myself that day that I wouldn’t have sex again until my wedding night. 3 and a bit months in and LOOOOOL. Guys the roast is real but God is stronger and I believe he will get me through it. God is not a stupid God. He knew why He saved sex for marriage, so I will be saved for marriage In Jesus name! And oh the way I’ll enjoy that night🤩
But as for now, I’m on assignment👊🏾