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You want to know what it’s like to have sex before you’re married.

It is like building a big wall between you and God, a wall you wonder if you’ll ever break through. 

I know because I had sex with my boyfriend.

Eche and I met our first year of secondary school. It didn’t take me long to develop a big crush on him. By the time we were seniors, we were very close friends. But that seemed to be all we were, at least to him.

One day, when we were taking a walk, he reached for my hand. I was so surprised; you could have knocked me over. A few days later, he kissed me for the first time. And after a few months, we were fooling around, doing more than we should, on a pretty regular basis.

To me, the idea that someone as cute as Eche found me attractive was incredible. And for the first time in my life, I actually felt beautiful, even sexy. I suppose that’s why I forced my conscience to shut up when it told me we were going too far physically. I hadn’t dated much, and I had never done anything except kiss a guy before. So being with Eche and knowing he wanted to be with me was too strong a temptation.

Near the end of our senior year, we had sex for the first time. By that time, I wanted it as much as Eche did. He never pressured me, and he never made me do anything I didn’t want to do. When I think back now, I almost wish he had pressured me a little. At least then I could blame him. But I can only blame myself.

Television and movies make it seem like sex is just this fun, romantic thing that doesn’t really matter. sex affected me more than I ever dreamed it could and changed every relationship I had. It became the focus of my relationship with him. My relationship with my parents was affected; I couldn’t look them in the eye especially when Eche was around. I thought my parents would be able to tell just by looking at us, and I did not ever want them to know.

My relationship with God went through the hoop in a blink of an eye. I felt too ashamed to even talk to God, much less ask him for help and forgiveness. That’s when I felt that wall start to go up; the wall I thought would hide me from God.

I had been a Christian my whole life and I had never gotten into any trouble before but the guilt I felt after having sex was overwhelming. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to keep me from doing it again. Instead, I tried to justify what Eche and I were doing: it was not a big deal and that it was just a physical act, I tried not to let it bother me but it did bother me a lot.

By the time Eche and I broke up a few months later, I could hardly look at myself in the mirror. When I did, I saw someone dirty, someone who couldn’t control herself, someone who was slapping God in the face on a regular basis.

After the breakup, I felt like my only hope was to turn back to God and repent for what I had done. I tried to do my regular devotions, but I couldn’t. Every time I read the Bible, it seemed like I found a verse about sexual immorality that just made me realize how much I had disappointed God. Prayer was a thing of the past.

I had always known God forgives sins. I had even told other friends that God would forgive them for the sexual things they had done. But now that it was my turn, I just couldn’t believe that God could wash all that sin away. It seemed like too big a job, even for God.

It took me months of struggle to finally ask for forgiveness. The wall I had put up between me and God finally came down, but I still had to live with the “bricks”—my feelings of guilt that were piled around me. I knew God had forgotten my sin. The trouble was, I couldn’t.

It has been a few years since Eche and I broke up.  Every single day, I struggle to trust in God’s forgiveness. Each day, I have to fight off my fears that God will punish me someday. My biggest fear is that I will never find a Christian man who will be able to live with the truth about me and even if he can, I will have to live with the knowledge that I stole something from him. I have made it impossible for him to enjoy God’s gift of sex with someone who saved herself for him.

Back when I started having sex, I was focused on the pleasure I wanted right then. If I had only known how much pain it would cause, believe me, I never would have given in.

“Sweetheart, the only difference between the man who left his mistakes in the past and the man who held tightly unto his mistakes and they followed him into his future is the ability to leave them behind, the memories, the guilt and the image.

I know you sinned but forgiveness is from above. The offended has said “I forgive you” but the offender has decided to hang on and hold on, can you see the irony now?

When God sends your divinely orchestrated man meant for you alone, you need not worry about a thing for he would be the one to walk up to you, look past your mistakes and ask you for a dance,

There is no true godly man doubts the efficacy of the blood of Jesus”

We all are evidences of the single fact that “Jesus died for us while were yet sinners”


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Precious Oli

My name is Precious Jewel Oli. I am a graduate of Linguistics A lot simpler summary of me would be a God chaser, Minister, Writer and entrepreneur. I am a Nigerian. I absolutely love cooking (edible and spiritual foods) so most times you might meet me with a jotter and a Biro, some good music or sermon is an addition or better yet tucked under my blanket at my leisure times. I am learning to love my quirks and minister to the lives of others in order to for them to see themselves through the lens of God

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