When we talk about sex as bad, we more deeply ingrain the idea that it is objectifying and vulgar, and we associate it with only shame. When we describe it only as sacred and private, we gloss the idol in gold, as if it were the communion bread that was sacred and not the remembrance.
Self-doubt turns me inward and tells me I'll never be good enough. But the Bible is full of stories of helplessly broken people who were used for God's glory, not because of their confidence or abilities, but because of God's power within them.
How often has our obsession with happiness gotten in the way of something better?
We are not made to find all of the answers in our own individual experiences. When we share stories, we pile hope into an already vast collection of shared hopes and triumphs--stories of faith and overcoming despite all of the reasons to despair.
You are not alone, and many like yourself have completed the journey you are just beginning who are ready to tell you that you can do it.
Ever since I was a kid, I have had people tell me to eat more, to get "some meat on those bones," or that I was "skinny," "bony," or just "skin and bones."
Love is hard, especially love that brings doubt. But sometimes that doubt is a pathway to more love.
"though Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus, after having heard that Lazarus was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was."