In my car, my radio is constantly tuned to K-LOVE.
Why it happens, I don’t know, but some mornings there is unusual static. It drowns out the positive encouragement.
When it happens, I normally turn to a pop station or sometimes play a CD.
So this morning when all I heard was static, I switched the station.
“So, listeners, call in and tell us how many states have you na-na’ed in.”
I instantly recognized the voice as Maney’s and was instantly dispirited.
Na-na is the Memphis radio-personality's air-friendly way of saying sex. I didn’t find it too friendly.
My view on sex has changed so significantly within the last few months. It’s supposed to be special. Our bodies are temples, designed to experience that act with our husbands and wives.
To hear it on the air so freely was a complete turn-off. It made me realize how much I’ve changed, and what exactly I want for myself. I flipped through the other stations not wanting to listen to Maney anymore.
I settled on a country station, knowing that songs about unrequited love were much safer for me than uninhibited conversations about past sins and present struggles.
You were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light (Ephesians 5:8).
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