one little thought:

why is married, mutually satisfying, God honoring, partner respecting lovemaking taboo? jokes are fine. dirty ones even (in some circles it seems a race who can catch innuendo first and spin it into some smart pun). and that's to say nothing of our culture's obsession with sex. non-married sex.  all over the radio waves in some catchy beat,  or on the magazine stand, or if not actually played out, hinted at in every single episode of tv's newest hits. and then there's the movies. and of course the destructive, enslaving sex trade business. most of us are consuming at least a few of those mediums. perhaps we analyze the messages we are absorbing; perhaps we do not. but my question is this: why is the voice on sex given to one night stands and rehashed cosmo tips to spice up the bedroom? or madmen-esque affair after glorified affair? why is it that if i so much as hint that my husband and i made love the other night it sends people reeling? nevermind the fact that it was good, really good. or that it's not a rare thing around here. now, everyone is blushing and wriggling in their seat, uncomfortable. but answer me this: the last time you watched a movie where the couple fell in love and one thing led to another and they found themselves taking off their clothes as the camera artfully captured their pleasure, did you shake your head, twitch nervously, or express your disagreement with their fictional actions?



i know this is a heavy thought to return from a long period of silence with, but i've been thinking about it a lot lately. and there is more to come. but also lighthearted topics, and joy, and thankfulness.