I have been thinking today about intimacy---and just what it is. I went to the movie and became so aware that today's society would have us all believe that intimacy is all about physical knowledge of another. I don't really think so- though I do think this physical part of intimacy is the icing on the cake--we ALL know that the physical part can be experienced with no real intimacy at all.
Intimacy grows with the years of--sharing--caring--dreaming--living life as one. When one knows you almost as well as you know yourself--when you have suffered loss together-worried together-worked together-spent hours upon hours upon hours in conversation--listening--talking--sharing--laughing--crying. When the other is more important than you are to yourself--you are then beginning to understand intimacy.
You have experienced the joy of birth--the pain of death--the concern of illness and injury--
You have seen and heard it all--and come to accept the other for who they are--warts and all. You have prayed together, worshipped together, cried out to God together.
You have watched the ravages of time and still consider the other the most beautiful-handsome and have left the thrill of infatuation behind for the joy of the familiar. You don't have to be anyone but yourself --and yourself is always good enough.
Intimacy is a wonderful gift--a blessing---that can only be truly shared with one...only one at a time-
And then the time comes --that there is only God to be intimate with--