Making Love with God

I settled on the title of this blog over pizza and hot wings. I suppose it's more accurate to say that God gave it to me years ago—but I didn't muster the nerve to use it until tonight as my husband and I shared a Papa John's. I knew it was time to start writing about what I've learned in regard to intimacy with God, but I also knew the title that was lodged in my mind and heart might be a controversial one. Some would consider it irreverent, to say the least. "But I don't know what else to call it," I said to Kenny, my spouse of 2 1/2 years. "I don't know any other way to sum up what I learned during those two decades." 

"So use it," Kenny said matter-of-factly. The "two decades" was a season of excruciating loneliness. Kenny is exceptionally loving and pretty much the best husband a girl could ask for, but during a former marriage I would have sold my soul for intimacy, touch, companionship, and conversation. Turned out I didn't have to sell my soul. God charged into the black void in my life, fierce and gritty, my Hero on a white steed. He taught me to love by romancing me, by loving me with unreserved devotion and passion. He became my Husband and Friend and ruined me for anything less than full-throttle devotion. In the meantime, He taught me even more about love by appointing me to serve society's cast-offs. He challenged me to love Him by loving "the least of these" and in the process gave me more than I could ever hope to give. 

As a result of all this, I have a "fire in my bones" that won't relent until I share some of what I've learned. My prayer is that those of you who know the scorching pain of loneliness or neglect will find hope... If you're already a God-lover, I hope you'll be challenged to plunge even deeper into Him... And if you don't know Him, I pray you'll discover His heart for you.