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Godly Sex
She knew that God was listening.
His spirit had heard all her life—and
she knew he’d be present on this night.
He must have heard her whispered sighs of
astonishment that such pleasures were possible in this life.
While the boy was inside of her,
she sensed that God might be smiling.
Then, as a clear whisper in the wind
from an afternoon thunderstorm, she
heard Him say, “It is good.”
After they finished, she prayed in silence
with fingers cupping the boy’s nakedness.
Then she rolled to her back and
felt her weight on the mattress. Her thoughts drifted….
Our bodies were formed in ways that bring pleasure.
I can only be faithful by fulfilling my purpose.
She rolled to the boy's side and whispered,
“My Father said, It is good.”
His spirit had heard all her life—and
she knew he’d be present on this night.
He must have heard her whispered sighs of
astonishment that such pleasures were possible in this life.
While the boy was inside of her,
she sensed that God might be smiling.
Then, as a clear whisper in the wind
from an afternoon thunderstorm, she
heard Him say, “It is good.”
After they finished, she prayed in silence
with fingers cupping the boy’s nakedness.
Then she rolled to her back and
felt her weight on the mattress. Her thoughts drifted….
Our bodies were formed in ways that bring pleasure.
I can only be faithful by fulfilling my purpose.
She rolled to the boy's side and whispered,
“My Father said, It is good.”
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