-----Describes a time before marriage
Waiting to Kiss...
Nothing compared to the storm raging inside us as our arms linked together and kisses poured forth. I hadn’t seen Evan in more than 6 weeks, and the passionate welcoming—as privacy ensued unnoticed by the closing of the door—quickly resulted. My mind clouded out clear judgment as lust poured forth with quick vengeance.
“Lord is this pleasing to you?” I pleaded as the wave of emotion fought to bring down any moment of reason.
I quickly felt assurance that it indeed was not. Unfortunately, I proceeded anyway. I justified my decision by acknowledging that I was only expressing pure love through a passionate kiss. What could it hurt? Nonetheless, the sweet communion with the Lord that I was experiencing, moments before Evan’s appearing, quickly dissipated.
“Lord, is...this pleasing... to you?”
Coming to my senses, I realized that I was about to be late for my hair appointment. Thankful for the abrupt end to a passionate kissing session, I told Evan that I needed to go and he gladly volunteered to drive me to my appointment. While he drove, I thought carefully on the possibility of engaging in a relationship with Evan without the sweet benefits of kissing. In all honesty, kissing was something I looked forward to the most when Evan and I were separated. At the time, we were seeing each other long distance, due to going to separate colleges, and mainly saw each other when we were home for break.
In high school, Evan and I tried to understand why others thought it so strange for us to be in a relationship and not engage in sex. We came to the conclusion that perhaps their reaction was synonymous to what we ourselves would think if we found out that another couple was in a relationship and never even kissed. "Oh, how strange that would be!" we often thought.
As I sat in the car waiting to be dropped off, I couldn’t shake the fact that me kissing Evan was not pleasing to the Lord. But what was the alternative? It seemed impossible. Evan pulled up to my beauty shop. In a flood of thoughts, I looked forward to the separation from Evan so that I could think about this curveball that I felt the Lord was throwing at me. Before reaching for the car door, Evan characteristically stated, “Give me a kiss.”
The next day, Evan invited me over to his parents’ house. I put my cute black dress on & boots, grabbed my brown bag, and left. Once I arrived and in a moment of privacy, we kissed. I pulled away and tried to gather my words.
“What?” Evan asked, knowing something was on my mind.
“Can we do a Holy kiss?” I said (insert don't judge me LOL).
The night before, I read the epistles and read how Paul said to greet others with a kiss. In my naivete, I took this to mean that perhaps I can kiss but maybe there is holy and unholy way.
“Jessica, what is that?” he said, while beginning to slowly laugh.
I didn’t know exactly how to demonstrate it but I knew that whatever we had been doing—wasn’t bringing the Lord pleasure. I wanted to think of a way to kiss that perhaps brought pleasure. With amusement, Evan complied to play along. But the opposite of “holy” kisses quickly prevailed. I left his house completely surrendered. As I pulled away in my dad’s truck, I told the Lord clearly that if He wanted us to not kiss that He would have to make it work because I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. He would have to figure out a way because, holy or unholy, my flesh wanted Evan.
That night, I fell asleep while contemplating why the Lord expected me to do this.
Why take away this one physical pleasure when Ev and I were not having sex?
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Upon swallowing, a sharp pain resulted. I had a severe sore throat. I hadn’t been sick in MONTHS, and when I did get sick, it resulted in a sinus infection mostly—never a sore throat. It was 5AM in the morning when the text came through Evan’s phone.
“We can’t kiss anymore. I’ll explain later,” I texted.
Evan, being an early bird, called me shortly after. I explained to him the bidding of the Holy Spirit, the prayer, the sore throat, everything. By this time, I didn’t need another sign. Some may have thought it a coincidence, but the Lord made it very clear to me that although I couldn't stop kissing in my own strength, if I surrendered, He'd find a way to help me to do so.
Later that day, Evan and I met at the park. We were so accustomed to hanging out and kissing, and so it was a bit awkward understanding how we were to hang out without such a defining activity in our relationship. As we sat in the car, we couldn’t help but laugh.
“So how long is this supposed to last? Like is this just temporary or…” Evan asked.
I didn’t know. I just knew that kissing wasn’t pleasing to the Lord. And I clearly didn’t know how nor understand how to kiss in such a way that would bring "Him" pleasure.
“I don’t know. I just know that we aren’t supposed to,” I said.
So there we sat in the car at the park, watching the lake in front of us. As we talked and laughed, the lack of kissing didn’t quiet our physical longing, but increased it that much more.
Who was I kidding? I couldn’t do this.
And just as quickly as hopelessness tried to set in, the Lord led me to imagine Himself sitting behind us. The image of His sweet presence sobered me in a way that is a bit indescribable. I realized that I was Christ's daughter and Evan was His son. Interestingly enough, remembering that Christ was always in our Presence, placed things in perspective. I wasn’t just lusting for Evan, I was lusting for my Saviour’s Son; and I, Christ’s wife, was lusting for another man.
We made it through the first date without slipping. Not realizing the extent to God’s grace, He allowed us to not kiss until we became husband and wife, 3 years later. SUCH GRACE—not kidding.
As time went on, I would sometimes look back and wonder why the Lord spoke to me and not to Evan. It wasn’t until later that Evan reluctantly revealed to me that he too felt that the Lord was telling us not to kiss 3-4 years prior to the Lord speaking to me (when we were in high school). Due to not seeing how, Evan ignored it.
“Always have a listening ear would seemingly be the lesson learned from this experience”, but instead , I’d say this—when God speaks, He’s not expecting us to do anything in our own strength. When He speaks, trust that He will, or already has, provided you with a way to fulfill what He has initially commanded through the power of the Holy Spirit.
1 Peter 1 : 3
“ 3 His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.”