Sexual intimacy between lovers is beautiful, hard, fragile, and strong. Often, it exposes our vulnerabilities and needs more than anything else. Unfortunately, culture has more to say on this topic than the church.
A while back we posted an article that gave suggestions on how to respond or prepare for your spouse when he wants sex and you are not in the mood! Well, what about when it's the other way around? What if you are craving some intimate contact and your husband is disinterested at best?
I appreciate J Parker's Biblical perspective on this very important and sensitive topic and invite you to read her thoughts on "When She Wants Sex More Than He Does".
Jun 02, 2021 • Written by Nicki Behnke
Last summer our family of five loaded ourselves and a ridiculous amount of luggage into our mini van and headed out West.
We set out on a road trip adventure to meet up with some of our dearest friends. It was a week full of hiking, sunshine, and laughter and was exactly what my soul needed after those uncertain first few months of the pandemic.
Mixed somewhere in the heap of things we had packed was my Bible. At home when I am in my routine, I rarely skip a beat when it comes to spending time with God. Vacations however, are an entirely different story. Although I packed my quiet time supplies with every intention to get up early before our long list of daily activities began, I wasn’t exactly batting a thousand by the week’s end. In fact, my Bible never even saw the light of day.
You don’t need a genius to tell you that this year has thrown us all off emotionally. We’ve been sad, resentful, kind of enjoying extra time at home, anxious and absolutely terrified all at once.
But why? What causes all of this rollercoaster-like energy to stuff our chests?
Perhaps, we’re all experiencing culture shock.
I could tell by the sound of his backpack hitting the bench in the back hall that something was not right. My youngest humphed down the hall and into the pantry, which was his typical stopping point, but nothing about his snack hunt was normal. It was obvious that some bottled-up emotions were about to come exploding out in one way or another. He sat down at our counter, and behind his glasses I could see that his fight to hold back tears was coming to its final round.
My momma heart broke into a million pieces as he poured out a story about who the world said he was.
It’s not much to look at now. A pile of wood, faded beams and planks, rusted bolts sticking out in all directions.
Our back yard playset.
We took it down last weekend.
And I couldn’t hold back tears.