The romance is long gone. Now it's all about timing.

My DH and I squeezed a date into his schedule this weekend. We went to the movies. I met him at the theatre. We kissed goodbye after the movie and went out separate ways, he to work, me to pick up the kiddos.

At least we held hands during the movie. I guess that's romantic.

I lay awake a few mornings ago, trying to figure out how many days it had been since the last time. Was it Sunday or Monday? Is my husband going to start humping the computer desk chair or do I still have time? Can I sleep in, or should I wake up when he arrives home at 6 am and service him?

Timing is very important in marriage.

It definitely aint romance.

Healing

"I coudn't heal her. It wasn't my job. And I never thought she would heal"

This is a quote from William Paul Young, the author of the Shack, about his extramarital affair, referring to his wife. He had begun the process of facing his junk and telling his wife about his progress, and she said "yeah whatever".

The thing is, this is what I keep expecting to happen. I keep trying to get my husband to be responsible for my healing. Even though I know that he can't do it, in my head. In my heart, or my emotions, or whatever, I keep expecting him to do it.

He can't heal me.

Only my Jesus can heal my battle wounds.