“A Girl’s First Kiss & Waiting for the One”
(A True Story of a Girl who wanted to have her first kiss be with
her husband but ran into temptation and peer pressure along the way…)
Edited by Christi Given
“I was 17 when I lied to my dad and told him I was going running
to go clear my head. I was really
running up to the hills to secretly meet a boy, a boy who wanted to go on a
hike with me. I shouldn’t have kept that information from my Dad, but I did.
And I did because if he knew what I was doing, he would have said “No”, duh!
The best-case scenario would have been him asking to meet this boy, and I
didn’t want my Dad meeting this boy, for good reason. So I lied, laced up my
running shoes and I was out the door, before he could question my reason for needing
a run so suddenly.
…
He started to ask me questions about myself. He asked me about my
dating life, and why I was single at 17? Why I didn’t have a boyfriend, or
haven’t ever really had one. I told him that I was waiting for “the one.” He
didn’t know what I meant. I was frustrated when he questioned me, as if no one believes in “the one” anymore.
A similar reaction occurred on the school bus the night before. Where I was
misunderstood and ridiculed. I was on a softball team in high school and my
teammates always gathered in the back of the bus after a game to gossip and
joke around.
Well this particular night, they wanted to play a game. We had
some time; the ride back to the school was going to take an hour. So they
settled on a game called “10 fingers.” Well I had ten fingers, so naturally, I
figured… I would be good at this game.
They called me to the back of the bus and the game felt like it took
ages and ultimately, I lost. I lost so poorly in fact that my love life had now
become the new topic of discussion. “10 fingers” is a game where each person
openly admits to doing something sexual with a guy or girl and if you have done
that thing, you put a finger down. Each person shares something they have done,
giving all the girls bragging rights, I guess. I was the only one with 10 fingers held low…having never even
kissed a boy. My teammates didn’t understand and made me feel like an outcast,
not cool and definitely too prude or too Christian. “Too Christian?” What did that
even mean?
…
I told the boy this story, while on our hike, because of my
frustration with people not understanding me, and why I wanted to wait for ‘the
one’. While I was sharing my story, he looked
genuinely interested in what I was saying…but
unfortunately, this boy was now suddenly determined to be my first kiss, I
could see it in his eyes and he was going to kiss me before the hike was over… He
made comments like, ‘a kiss is not a big deal.’
…
Then it happened, just as we were nearing the end of the hike the
storm finally hit and it began to rain.
There we were finding shelter under a tree, dripping wet with only the sound of
the rain pouring down around us. I remember telling myself this is like a scene from a movie, if only he would
just kiss me here. I knew that it was now or never for him. I could see it
in his eyes, so I started to get scared, and because I couldn’t run because he
had me pinned against the tree, I decided to climb. I climbed up the tree, and
from the top I looked down at him scared. He just looked up at me with a smile
and waited, like a fireman waiting for a Cat to finally trust him, and
eventually I got too cold and I climbed down out of the tree. He placed his
dry, warm hand on my cold cheek and moved my wet hair back behind my ear and
kissed me. I opened up my eyes and he was still kissing me, I couldn’t believe
it was still going.
He finally finished and
opened his eyes. He looked at me with this, “So…how was it?” face. I didn’t
enjoy the kiss, at all…I didn’t want him to feel bad, he was proud and felt
accomplished like he did me the best favor. So I smiled at him and then
sprinted home… and I mean sprinted. It was late and time to face reality. I
walked through the front door and there sat my father still watching T.V. and
he asked me how my run was. I was out of breath from the sprint but still
managed to lie again, and said it was good. I went straight to my room, closed
the door behind me, and threw myself face first into my bed. I cried, silently,
into my pillow until my head hurt and my pillow was a puddle of tears. I
remember asking myself in the midst of my regret, why did I really go for a run
tonight? What did I really want to happen?”
A Note from the writer of the story: “Weakness is
what makes us human. It’s not an excuse, just a fact. It’s what makes us in need
of a Savior. We were designed to need the Lord. Yet, so many people spend their
whole life searching for what can strengthen them, or give them purpose and
never find it because either they refuse to believe in God or they have never
heard the good news. There is helper that was sent to strength our human
weakness. Your weakness might be
insecurity about your looks, relationships, eating unhealthy…or in my case
knowing your worth. My weakness is something I am still dealing with today,
almost 10 years later, as I still wait for “the one.” I know now that I am worth waiting for, and so is he.
But I am only as strong as what I lean on in moments of weakness. I have been
training everyday in God’s word, and increasing my prayer time with the one who
made me… am. He designed us to need him.
I should have run to the Lord
with my insecurities about being pure, instead of running away from home into
the hills to be comforted by a boy who didn’t have a clue how to comfort me.
God would have reminded me that I was designed to wait, and that I am pure for
a purpose. And that purpose is greater than any temporary claims from a friend,
or experiences that leave you feeling empty and unfulfilled. My purpose was and still is to love the Lord
my God with all my mind, body and strength and love my neighbor as myself. God
is faithful and ever present. (That night) I chose to run away from him. But maybe, just maybe this story will cause
you to think before you run. And if you do run, run to the Lord and I promise
you, you will find strength. Just wait. As I wait.”
I felt that
this story was impactful and could help many people who battle peer pressure
and temptation. I hope you learned a lot from Cate’s story and walked away with
more wisdom. Here is some take-aways and advice from the personal experience
Cate shared.
This
story is relatable to many different girls who have face temptation whether it
be the fear of man’s opinion, peer pressure, or the temptation of lust. God
knows your heart and knows Cate’s heart but the important thing is to watch,
pray and remind each other that it doesn’t matter what man thinks but what GOD
THINKS. Sometimes in life, we may be tempted to sin or to do something we know
we shouldn’t but we need to remind ourselves daily and ask ourselves, “Would
this glorify God?” A lot of times my Aunt growing up would tell me to just
simply ask yourself in a uncertain situation, “What is the fruit of this
situation?” or “What is the fruit or outcome of this relationship/friendship?
“Am
I trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men?
If I were still
trying to please men, I would not be a
servant of Christ.” –Galatians 1:10
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Sometimes in
our walk of faith, we can make excuses or not really know what to believe or to
do, but we need to stay in the Word of God (the Bible), pray and stick
close to Christian friends who can help us along the way. Just like Cate mentioned, run to Jesus! God is
always with you, so ask Him to help you and to give you wisdom. We can all
learn from our experiences or from others. I hope you were inspired to be even more
bold in your faith after reading Cate’s story.
“As iron
sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.” –Proverbs 27:17
Do YOU have a similar story where you were cornered with
temptation?? How can you be strong in the midst of an army of those who are not
for God??
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