Wet Sloppy Kisses
I started working with the youth group this year, which I'm sure if you've worked with kids, you have a slew of stories to tell. My slew is just beginning.
I've had the pleasure recently of spending time with middle school girls in small group time. The topic of regrets came up and one thirteen-year-old shared about a couple kisses she's had with boys.
"They were soooo gross! Both were wet and sloppy! I guess I'm just cursed or something."
Wanting to be the cool, young leader that was real and gave them the honest facts about life, instead of steering the conversation away from kissing I reminded her that you kiss with your mouth, which generally is wet.
To which she looked straight at me and asked ever so sweetly, "Do YOU have wet, sloppy kisses with Eric?"
I struggled unsuccessfully between keeping my laughter in and my face from giving away my embarrassment. I don't think I ever did answer her. My mind of course knew of moments where I'd had a wet sloppy kiss with my husband but honestly, I couldn't remember the last one we'd shared.
In my less than 2 year marriage, it had already begun. That terrible, awful, horrible disease, "fewer-wet-sloppy-kisses-itis," that I had heard about. I began to think, what would happen if I had a few more kisses like that with my husband? Maybe the light bulb that still hadn't been changed or the football game that had to be watched wouldn't be such a big deal. Because I would be reminded about how crazy I am about this guy. Those wet sloppy kisses do more in the butterfly department then the simple little pecks we seem to have settled for.
I should be able to tell those girls, "Yes! I love wet sloppy kisses with my husband! God gave us a whole book to tell us about how awesome the intimacy is between a husband and a wife and that we are to enjoy those kisses with every fiber of our being!"
Yeah, that book in the Old Testament that I thought was so shocking as a kid and was appalled to find in the pages of my Bible. It's actually a reminder that it's okay to be passionate about my husband!
I went home that night and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on my husband. "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth." (Song of Solomon 1:2).
Oh yeah. And let me kiss him right back.
Emily
I've had the pleasure recently of spending time with middle school girls in small group time. The topic of regrets came up and one thirteen-year-old shared about a couple kisses she's had with boys.
"They were soooo gross! Both were wet and sloppy! I guess I'm just cursed or something."
Wanting to be the cool, young leader that was real and gave them the honest facts about life, instead of steering the conversation away from kissing I reminded her that you kiss with your mouth, which generally is wet.
To which she looked straight at me and asked ever so sweetly, "Do YOU have wet, sloppy kisses with Eric?"
I struggled unsuccessfully between keeping my laughter in and my face from giving away my embarrassment. I don't think I ever did answer her. My mind of course knew of moments where I'd had a wet sloppy kiss with my husband but honestly, I couldn't remember the last one we'd shared.
In my less than 2 year marriage, it had already begun. That terrible, awful, horrible disease, "fewer-wet-sloppy-kisses-itis," that I had heard about. I began to think, what would happen if I had a few more kisses like that with my husband? Maybe the light bulb that still hadn't been changed or the football game that had to be watched wouldn't be such a big deal. Because I would be reminded about how crazy I am about this guy. Those wet sloppy kisses do more in the butterfly department then the simple little pecks we seem to have settled for.
I should be able to tell those girls, "Yes! I love wet sloppy kisses with my husband! God gave us a whole book to tell us about how awesome the intimacy is between a husband and a wife and that we are to enjoy those kisses with every fiber of our being!"
Yeah, that book in the Old Testament that I thought was so shocking as a kid and was appalled to find in the pages of my Bible. It's actually a reminder that it's okay to be passionate about my husband!
I went home that night and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on my husband. "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth." (Song of Solomon 1:2).
Oh yeah. And let me kiss him right back.
Emily
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