Thoughts on life, love, marriage and yes…sex
Here is the devotional: Gulp! This is a controversial myth to write about. If I write this myth one way, the more sex-driven spouse will cheer with adulation while texting this article to the less sex-driven spouse saying, “WAKE UP AND READ THIS!” While if I write this piece in another way, the less sex-driven… Continue reading Sex: Myth #4 | Frequency Of Sex Isn’t Important.
For those that do not know, I am a member of the Christian Marriage Blogger Association and though I do not really write about marriage per se, I believe in God's design for marriage. You will find marriage interwoven into many of posts over the years. And if you have not figured out that I… Continue reading Jay Dee From Uncovering Intimacy Talks About Sex From The Pulpit
As I was reading Cynthia’s post I was floored. I have NEVER seen loss from a spouses addiction like this before. That is why I simply had to share this with you.
As an ex porn addict this cut me deeply but at the same time this quote proves that God works all things for our good…
“What I do know now is that what was lost can be found. What was stolen can be replaced with something better, brighter and more beautiful. And amazingly, what was once mourned will be celebrated.”
Guys, share the heck out of Cynthia’s post…not mine, please. Share her story and give other women hope!
There have been many losses in my life created by my husband’s porn addiction and intimacy anorexia. Many things were blatantly stolen from me throughout my marriage leaving me dazed and confused. But others were a slower trickle that I didn’t even notice until the emptiness engulfed my soul.
Either way, I lost. And my husband’s addiction won. It wasn’t fair that I was an unknowing participant in a battle I knew nothing about it. I wasn’t prepared. I had no warning. I didn’t even know it was occurring. I repeatedly got knocked down, each time multiplying the losses and shattered shards of my heart. Until one day, I lay battered and crumpled on the floor. My opponent oblivious and uncaring that he and his addiction were the cause. On my knees, I cried out to Jesus for mercy and help. And then I rose unsteadily, turned around, and hobbled…
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