I was given a free subscription to a popular women's magazine when I made an online purchase. It was a magazine that I read avidly in the 1970's.
As I flipped through the pages, I became increasingly uncomfortable with what I was reading and seeing. A fashion magazine shouldn't be about sex, should it? It appeared that this one had foregone it's fashion sense and opted for "sex sells."
"Back in the day," articles about sex were called "health articles" and most of the time good information could be found there. Lord knows, our mother's weren't telling us anything!
But this particular magazine's current articles were long and detailed about "what men really want." I'm hardly a prude, but I was glad I was not having lunch while perusing this magazine!
There was a particular magazine that I read as a young woman that was pretty much about sex. That's why I read it. I devoured every article. Each article told me, how to have sex, when, where and pretty much with whomever I felt like having it with and how I was supposed to feel about it all.
So that's what I did. For a while. At first, I thought, "This is great! I'm a modern woman doing exactly what this magazine says I should be doing and living my life the way it says I should."
Then I realized I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy about the sex, the men, but most of all about myself. Why didn't I feel good about this? Why wasn't I happy? The magazine says I should be happy! I was increasingly more confused and depressed about my life.
After a long term relationship ended and when I finally got fed up with the losers I was "dating," I stopped. I stopped dating. I stopped looking. I quit going to the bars. I stayed home. There had to be something more. My life had to be different. It had to take on a new direction. I had no idea how to start or where to look. So I waited.
And then God saw the opening that He needed to finally get my attention. My neighbor suggested I meet a co-worker of his. Not interested. Six months later I relented and agreed to go on the "blind date."
It wasn't bad, but I was very skeptical. The man in question had a good job, was from a large Italian family. And he was Catholic. Are you kidding me? The joke was obviously on me. Our God does have a sense of humor!
Over thirty years later, I often think of the young woman I used to be. I can't say anything to her, but I can say something to the young women of today:
Don't listen to the media, i.e. the blaring music with the filthy lyrics, the magazines that promote sex instead of fashion, the reality television programs that promote bad behavior or your crazy friends who are living their lives, not yours.
Go to church. Find a spiritual director. Listen to God's voice in your life and live the life that you're supposed to have and deserve to have.
"A woman's heart should be so lost in God that a man must seek Him in order to find her." (Author Unknown)
For me it turned out that God had hidden himself in a man's heart. It was worth finding both.