My wife has seen me naked-emotionally. We’ve shared card we’ve held close for a long time. There are two sides to intimacy. Ideally there are two people (at least). It opens doors to closeness. Used against you it will rip you right open.
Marriage is an intimate institution. It’s difficult to get around that. You’re going to see stuff; you’re going to share stuff. In my first marriage I shared too much. Being honest; seeking intimacy only lent fuel to the fire. Sharing flesh and bone; one doesn’t expect the same sinew to be used as a weapon.
In this, my second marriage, God has flipped everything that was wrong with my first to be as it was intended. Sharing intimate secrets and being vulnerable (not always intentionally) have brought greater intimacy and depth. Safe and secure in commitment allows us to go deeper. Don’t get me wrong—it’s still scary as heck. Sometimes I say things trembling.
Relating to God should be intimate as well. He already knows my every thought, right? But how do I live that out? When I’m stumbling in darkness, when my thoughts cause me shame---I can share with God. When food or sex or life makes me laugh—I can share with God. I delight in that intimacy. It too is a safe place. Though yes---sometimes I say things trembling.
We live in a guarded world. So much time is spent shining the outside of the container while inside, Jesus said, its full of rot and death. To live honestly means we live intimately. The problem is the same as my first marriage. This world is not a safe place. I don’t know how to do it apart from Jesus. Heck; many followers of Christ play it safe and fake too. Christ makes it possible. Though it still takes an act of will. He is steady-I lean on Him. Though yes, sometimes I say things, and oh, oh, I’m trembling.