Do “romance” and “sex” always have to go together?

Probably for many men – yes… and for many women – no.

Just speculating though.

Is getting to know the heart so boring? Couldn’t THAT alone be romantic… ever?

Sex will be around until the end of time; sex rules the physical world… but where does the understanding of friendship stand in marriage? Does it ever stand ahead of sex? Can it?

I’d like to think so.

Just speculating though.

Pray for Self-Control

I have to stand back and look at myself very closely when people I love get hurt by others.  I’ve found that, depending upon the ridiculousness of the problem, righteous indignation can rise up within me to the point of tears and (sometimes) thoughts of violence.

My twin sister’s been emotionally mistreated today.

(Makes me think of Corrie Ten Boom praying to overcome her deep hatred toward the German guard who beat her dear sister right in front of her in a Nazi prison during WWII.  Corrie and her Christian walk inspires me continually, beyond words; she’s one of my heroes in the faith.)

Though verbal abuse is cruel, I don’t hate the person abusing my twin.  Also, I do know “the wrath of man does not work the righteousness of God,” so the violent tendencies are readily dismissed – yanked out of the hands of the flesh and given over to God.  But… the indignation I feel when her heart is berated or otherwise unjustly accused or mistreated is strong enough to make me pray for self-control to overtake my emotions as well as hers.

Dear God, please enable us to show forth Your merciful character even in the face of trouble. Lord, when we are confronted by people whose aim is harm and not love… please enable us to take up Christ’s banner of unconditional love to love – not just the unlovable, but the downright ugly – in Jesus’ Name.  Amen.

“And be not overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:21)


More From Angie

“I was terrified to be married to Marshall,” Angie confessed. “Not because he was dangerous, but because he was dead inside, and he wanted me dead, too.  Every day was filled with him trying to do something to keep me off balance because he was so abysmally insecure and jealous of my ability to be full of joy.”

The counselor admired the handle Angie seemed to have on their situation.

“How do you know all this?” the professional asked.

Angie looked truthfully into her face and replied, “the Lord told me.  I would never have survived even the brief months I was with Marshall if it hadn’t been for Him.”