How great is my love? Does my love stretch to cover David even if it’s not returned exclusively? I’ve been pondering this question as I watch my husband seek passion with someone else.

Sparkling Confessions — I hear they're good for the soul.

I know the theory of love. In the past two years, I’ve even learned how to start loving people in real ways — to stop judging, stop manipulating with fear and guilt. Embracing this new, pure love has revolutionised our parenting style and broadened the scope of our relationships.

It’s been great. Real love has opened the world to us and to our children, and we’ve enjoyed many sparkling adventures as a result.

It’s amazing how broad and wide love can be. As I have tapped into the source of love, I have found myself overflowing with it. On most days I have enough for the people I meet, for five small children, plus a good dose of self-love. And so David often misses out on my best love. And he’s starving for it.

Over the years we have experienced seasons of sexual drought, and this has been really difficult for David. I have not often been an eager lover, and although David clearly expressed his needs and desires, my own desire for him in the past hasn’t been great enough for me to give to him what he needs. So, yes, he’s starved for sex — for approximately fifteen years.

I haven’t been generous, I haven’t been enough. I’ve been generous to others, and I’ve been generous to myself. But I haven’t been generous to David.

So this is where the theory really needs to become real. Can I show David enough love to give him the freedom he needs to pursue that which he is passionate about? Even if that passion is another woman?

I’m about to find out.

Sticks at the beach
“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't, they never were.” — Richard Bach

My challenge at the moment is to find more love so that I can respond to David in love. No matter what. No matter why.

True love doesn’t make excuses. It doesn’t justify its absence. It doesn’t set limits. Nope — no limits. I really believe that.

Love always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.