I’ve been getting quiet little nudgings lately to stop writing about sex. I’m not sure what to do with them and I don’t know if I’m going to listen to them or if they are just emotions speaking. It’s more like vague reminders of the holiness of God and how sex is supposed to be holy and maybe only shared with your spouse, it should be so special and so respected and honored that to even talk about it in a setting where it might not be honored is to devalue it.
And thoughts about how sex isn’t what keeps a husband glued to his wife, an easy wife is disposable for a younger, sexier, easier one…maybe there is something more to this marriage thing?
And finally, nudgings about my value as a woman, how I need to stop chasing and simply start enjoying my husband for who is and for how God wonderfully made him. How I need to be me, I need to find my passions, I need to respect myself, I need to realize that I am deeply loved just as I am and this is not my fault and sex isn’t the answer, God is.
These are just some thoughts that have been running through my mind and I’m not sure what to do with them and I’m not sure where that leaves this blog.