Most people wish there was more passion in their marriage.
And, I’m not just talking about sex.
We wish for a return of the goosebumps, the increased heart rate, the involuntary smile when our other crosses our mind.
And we want to see the same response in their eyes.
And when it isn’t there, we blame.
We chalk it up to faults in the other person, in ourselves, the demands of our day to day, the fragility of love.
I was talking to God about it the other day. I have a list of “blames” that sound like self-deprecation but really are just my way of blaming Him. And after going through my liturgy, He surprised me by asking this question.
“Why can’t we be friends?”
I contrast my ideals for a perfect marriage with my relationship with my kids. I never really think about a greater passion for them.
The other night my boys got together with me to watch football. We ate pizza. Talked a bit. Turned on the game. One fell asleep. The other two were on their phones most of the time. We just had fun hanging out.
Is God saying, or am I saying, that the way to a better relationship is to just not set the “bar” so high? Don’t expect anything? Don’t even try for intimacy?
I think what He is getting at is that we need to pursue presence first. Passion and purpose will follow. Don’t blame, but let faults draw us toward each other’s needs. Reject distance and all forms of self-defense, considering the other worthy of our sacrifice.
And every day…
Do it again…