Can He Hold Your Body Like This!

It was in the way he touched you. The way he made you feel—you weren’t too much, too damaged, too functional within your survival. 

The parts of you that had been bruised by silence were finally being seen without criticism. 

You didn’t mean to fall. You only leaned in just a little as his heart beckoned in its uncertainty for what his soul wanted with just enough warmth to make you feel indespensible. Just enough to get drunk on the softness and to want to stay there in the fleeting tide of his love. He asked questions no one had asked before. Listened like your story mattered, but he doesn't love you. He did it for himself, to elevate his pedestal that was cut down by his self serving stature. 

I could be wrong and maybe you do hold weight in his heart but his brokenness cannot hold you. Though maybe this time is different. 

Perhaps I am wrong, but somewhere between the laughter and the lingering glances, a quiet voice inside you stirred, fearful, chilled with wisdom as it whispered: Is he holding you, or just holding onto a version of you (real or imagined) that makes him feel important, needed, powerful? 

Does he even know you? You want to silence the clanging, drown out the noisomeness but it's inescapable. 

Your gut is your heart's beat and your brain's rhetoric. You've learnt— the heart doesn’t lie. It just waits for you to carefully listen.

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” (Proverbs 4:23) 

You weren’t just craving company, you want closeness. You want care. You weren’t just longing to be touched. You wanted to be held—fully. Like treasure that someone who felt your spirit couldn't let slip away. 

“Love is patient, love is kind... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (1 Corinthians 13:4–7) 

You know it. You read it again and again, allowing the words to soak and break down like moistened unleavened bread over your tongue. How could you forget!? 

Let it wash over the places in you that had settled for less. Less, less than, just enough, the possibility that more was behind the book cover you knew held only a table of contents but the rest were empty pages.

 

You want him to do what only God can. To heal what only divine love can mend. 

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3) 

It is a promise. A lullaby for the little girl, the teenager, the young woman, the queen inside you still learning to trust and that is why you should also never give yourself casually to anyone. Not in lust, and definitely not in sacrifice (or in exchange) for the tender desires of your mind. Your body is not a bargaining chip. 

Sex is wonderful and it can, oh how it can be wild (in the best ways of course) and laced with intimacy but it's meant to be shared, protected, covenant. 

You desire the kind of love and love-making, [see what I did there *wink*] that doesn’t just hold your body— but honors your soul. 

Can he do that, does he possess the sanctity to hold your body without dropping your spirit? 

Can he meet your softness with reverence? 

Can he love you in a way that reflects God’s heart—and not just wanton hunger? (because I can tell you, it's better to have both) 

You should not only desire to be touched, you need to be treasured.

There are implications to sharing yourself sexually, sensually, intimately with no intention but to casually curb your physical appetite. 

So, tell me: what are you craving from that person or relationship?

Your body is not separate from your spirit and every touch leaves a trace—like a scar or beauty mark on your heart, your hope, your healing.

Sex is not just physical—it’s an integral part of the marriage covenant!  

Sex is like a seal of the marriage union, the moment two become “one flesh” (Genesis 2:24). 

It’s not just intimacy—it’s spiritual infusion.  

God designed sex to be a sacred act that either makes, breaks, or renews the marriage covenant. 

To engage in it outside of the covenant is to awaken a bond that was never meant to be fleeting or casual.

And it is true that marriages fail, but

“Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body.”  

—1 Corinthians 6:19–20

Sex forges entanglements and soul ties and can result in curses (bloodline and otherwise) that are not easily broken. You don't just exchange fluids. You take into yourself whatever that person is (best and worst parts included) and you give of yourself (best and worst parts included). 

It's a spiritual exchange coded like DNA with dire consequences and just like that you've welcomed into yourself every person they have slept with and also shared your sex partners with them too. 

For a single night of sexual gratification with the wrong person [yes you can also marry wrong] you could abort your destiny because even destinies and ambition can be stolen through intercourse. 

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”  

—Proverbs 4:23

So before you lean in again,  

before you mistake chemistry for care,  

ask yourself with honesty and reverence:

What are you truly craving from that person or relationship?  

Is it connection—or caress?  

Is it love—or escape?  

Is it intimacy—or distraction?

Or do you just want to be held? 

You deserve more than momentary warmth.  

You deserve covenant love—love that holds you without harming you.  

Love that honors your spirit as much as your skin.  

Love that reflects the one who designed and shaped you wholely even as an egg in your mother's fallopian tube.