She sobs through the night; tears stream down her cheeks. Among all her lovers, there is no one left to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her and become her enemies. Lamentations 1:2
In every school, every graduating class, in every state across this vast country and yes even around the world there is that one girl that has the reputation for being….well lets just say loose as a goose. If I asked you to name the girl that had the reputation for being a whore her name would slide off your tongue faster easier than a hot knife through butter. You may even smirk and began to recant rumors that you heard 10, 20, 30, and even in some cases 50 years ago.
There is one in particular that will probably always be in the forefront of my mind because I was relatively young when I began to hear of her shenanigans. Growing up in a strict home, sex was a taboo subject. I never received “the talk”. My mother had purchased a book that she was suppose to go over with me, but I was her first child and she was quite shy about the subject, so she kept putting it off. I knew where the book was located (locked in the safe along with birth certificates, social security cards, deeds, and expensive jewelry). But as luck would have it, one day my mother forgot to lock the safe and to make a long story short, I read the book. It was a small book with vague details and crude illustrations. I was 11 and feeling quite grown up because I now had a general idea of how babies were made. But I almost had a heart attack when I heard my mother call out my name. But I was in the clear, she was calling me downstairs for dinner.
So here I was hearing these stories (most of which were probably made up) about a girl that was the same age as me. So I did what any holier than thou child would do, I whispered and talked about her behind her back like everyone else did. Not knowing anything about her except for what other people told me. But it wasn’t until I became an adult that I found out about her family and her upbringing and I understood why she behaved the way that she did. And I was ashamed of myself.
A cough and runny nose are symptoms, and although at times they can be gross, they are not the problem, the problem is something that can’t been seen with the naked eye, a virus. And it doesn’t matter how many tissues and throat lozenges you give someone, if you don’t treat the thing that has caused the symptoms in the first place, they will never go away.
There are many women that are so starved for love and affection that they sleep with man after man thinking that the space between their legs is going to fill the hole that’s in their heart. Her whoredom is a symptom, her broken heart is a virus. Whether its because she can’t trust any man because of issues abandonment issues with her father. Or low self-esteem issues because she never thought she was pretty or good enough. And those euphoric moments of an orgasm makes her feel complete and whole. But what about when he leaves? I’ve talked to women that have rolled over in their bed and cried out to God, asking why do they keep doing this to themselves? Why do they continue to allow men to abuse and use them?
If you are reading this and currently find yourself in this position I have to tell you this. If the hole that you feel in your heart could have been filled by a man, it would have happened a long time ago. It is time to learn to love yourself. To realize that you are created with purpose and destiny. That you are an imperfect being created by a perfect God that is big enough, strong enough, powerful enough, and loving enough to balance out all your imperfections. Heal your heart. And forgive your sins.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalms 34:18
Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me. Psalm 27:10
The thief's purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life. John 10:10
And for those of you who were lucky enough to never have had to gone through this. Be compassionate. Fall on your face and pray for these women. They have dealt with people talking about them, telling them they were worthless their entire lives. They need someone to tell them they are loved.
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