[Review Part One]
“I expected her to be appreciative and say so,” he answered. “What I told her was a really hard thing… for me, anyway.”
“So you felt you were being vulnerable, is that it?” the counselor offered.
Jessup sipped his coffee with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah, in a way, I did. I trust her to have the biggest part of everything; not just of me, but of everything I own. I mean, shouldn’t a husband do that for a wife if he loves her?”
The counselor looked up from his notes, sympathetically.
“Jessup, when you have a serious relationship with the Lord like your wife, your focus is not on the things of the earth. The main thing… the main Person in your life is Him. Can you understand that?”
The new husband put his coffee cup down. “In spiritual things, yes; but this is about our marriage. In the things about marriage, I thought it was God Who said that the husband belongs to the wife and the wife belongs to the husband. Is that not true? It was all I was saying to her.”
The counselor scooted forward and said, “Yes, as it pertains to sexual relations and intimacy, man and wife do belong to each other, Jessup. But you didn’t specify any of that. I hope you’re not saying this now just to make more sense to me. I hope you realize your wife is simply saying God has total charge of your lives in every area, and it’s only by His permission that your bodies are given to one another in matters of intimacy. Actual ownership of everything you two are belongs to God. That’s what she is saying.”
Jessup crossed his legs and slumped slightly in his chair. “So are you saying I shouldn’t love her this much, or want her to love me in return like that? Are you saying there should be limits or boundaries to how much I love my wife?”
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
“We were so used to the long-distance zeal between us,” Emily began, “that once we were actually together, it overcame us in waves of gratitude… then fear.”
“Fear?” the counselor queried, “why fear?”
After masking the lump in her throat with a quaff of tea, Emily lowered the fine-china cup and replied…
“Because only our hearts are acquainted, not our habits… or anything else. Because there are many years between us, and we both battle trivial insecurities… silly stuff like that.”
“I see,” the counselor continued. “So what have you done about it? Together, I mean.”
Emily slowly exhaled, “We’ve agreed to have a long talk.”
“And are you comfortable with that?”
Emily grinned and averted her gaze as if taking herself aside; upon returning, she replied…
“With all my heart… and absolutely not.”
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.