Our past, it’s not pretty. We don’t deserve the love we share, the pure and holy marriage bed. Experts say there should be problems, people with pasts like ours have ‘issues’ in marriage, especially the bedroom.
Love really does cover and heal. Perfect love does. No, we have not loved perfectly, but He does, our Father does.
He has loved through each of us to bring healing and wholeness to each other.
His love through Brian has ‘covered’ and healed years of shame, guilt and unworthiness. Loved this woman through twenty-three years of ups and some very, very significant downs.
Loved this body that has been stretched to full capacity nine times. Found beauty and satisfaction amidst all the lines, curves, rolls and sags.
Has tenderly wiped many a tear, held close when all was crushing in.
He has laughed and teased and chased.
He is a vessel which my Father uses to love me whole.
It is no wonder that times of intimacy are fraught with tears. For this bed is holy, beautiful, healing. Tears heal. I can hardly fathom the depth of love, the ache to be one. Every pore longs to be one with him. So raw, so complete. My tears gently fall onto his face. Love heals, love completes. Holy. Beautiful. Whole.
“And the two shall become one”
“Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unfathomable (inscrutable, unsearchable) are His judgments (His decisions)! And how untraceable (mysterious, undiscoverable) are His ways (His methods, His paths)!” (Romans 11:33)