Losing my jewels
When I turned 7 years old my grandmother decided to give me a sapphire (my birthstone) ring. I am not sure how or why but somehow this was decided upon as a good idea.
I currently have an 7-year old who, until recently wanted to be a mermaid when she grows up. I can’t imagine trusting her with such an expensive piece of jewelry. But never-the-less, when I was 7 my grandmother thought I could handle the responsibility of taking care of this expensive gift.
You can imagine my 7-year-old-self receiving a piece of jewelry that sparkled and glittered and made me look like a princess. I CHERISHED IT!
My mother who was certainly grateful but I’m sure slightly terrified that her 7 year old has been trusted with this the ring sat me down to make sure I understood this responsibility and to also give me a rule in how to care for it.
I was given only one rule. The rule was to make SURE the ring was kept in the safe place. My ring had two safe spots, it stayed on my finger most the time but when I went swimming or took a shower, it stayed in my jewelry box, on the second shelf, where it was safe. Those places were determined my “ring’s safe place.” And didn’t need to be anywhere else, EVER.
A few years went by and the magnitude of what I have been trusted with faded and I became careless with my gift.
One day we went to the beach. Right before I ran to the ocean I looked down at my hand and realized my ring was still on my finger. I had this inner turmoil in my mind, my mom said the safe places were my finger and my jewelry box. My jewelry box is back home in Atlanta and I’m afraid if I leave it on I will loose it in the ocean…also I heard somewhere sparkly things attract sharks? Either way I’m not going in the ocean with my ring.
I didn’t tell my mom but I told myself JUST THIS ONCE, I’ll take it out of the safe place. I put my ring in the pocket of my mother’s cover up hanging on the back of the beach chair.
You know where this is going….
Later that day I was searching everywhere. Tears falling on the sand as I searched every inch surrounding the beach chair desperate to find what I lost.
I was careless ONE time. I thought I knew better, I thought I could do as I wanted and have no consequences. My gift was lost.
God has given us each a gift, A RARE, precious, expensive I would even say sacred jewel, and that is our body.
Our body, made to be shared with a life partner is given to us as a gift. We don’t realize how rare, expensive and precious our gift is. And sometimes we think we can take our bodies “just this once” out of the safe place it will be fine and there will be no consequences.
God gave us ONE rule regarding our sexuality. Keep it in its safe place. Just like a fire, in a fire place it is beautiful and helpful. In the middle of my living room, a fire is destructive and leaves scars.
‘Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body. Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.’ 1 Corinthians 6:18
Do we think God gave us this command because He is mean and doesn’t want us to have any fun? Or maybe it’s because He genuinely knows what a precious jewel you have been trusted with and he knows the consequences when it is taken out of the safe place.
You were designed to become one with one. Your body is treasured, cherished and unique. Sex is a gift to be shared in the safe, trusting and mutual respect of the covenant bond of marriage.
You are worth immensely more than what our culture has taught you. You are a jewel my friend.