grateful for... carnal relations

November 3

Now, bear with me. This is a PG-13 rated post simply because it acknowledges the existence of sex.

I'm really grateful for intimacy with my husband. We had a moment recently where he asked, "Why don't they show THIS in the movies?!" while we both laughed. Needless to say, it wasn't a particularly "sexy" moment, but it was deeply intimate and funny and dear. If you're not laughing when making love to your spouse (and for the record, kids, that's the ONLY sex I advocate: intimacy within the covenental bounds of marriage), you're doing it wrong.

Not to say we're yucking it up the whole time, but the movies do young folks a grave disservice in how they portray the jubilant fun and relationship of sex. It can be bumpy, awkward, and incredibly silly-feeling at first. And as you grow to know and love your spouse, the one committed to you in sickness and in health, you grow less self-conscious about that love handle or stretch mark. A healthy marriage includes a healthy sex life, and both are incredibly safe. You can experiment and know that if things go wildly awry, you'll collapse into a fit of giggles and have fun the entire time. You can enjoy one another, in all the glory and foolishness that accompany the human bodies, just as God intended.

Sex is supposed to be spiritual. That's how it connects you. It's supposed to be fun. And I am really grateful that even when we're not having much of it for one reason or another, Rob and I love it when we do. I truly praise God that He created sex and created us one for the other.