"Woman Up" and Reach Out

When my husband reaches for me when I finally make my way to bed, I rarely say no. Some mornings, a snuggle turns into something more. And then there are those weekends when time isn't an issue when he grabs my hand, says "I want you," and off we go.

So what's the problem?

Well, I think we've been married more years than the number of times I've initiated making love (that would be 19). Okay, maybe more, but not by much.

Why is that? Why am I the reachee, not the reacher?

Some nights he's truly exhausted and reaching for the pillow is all he can manage. It's a non-issue then. And it's not that I'm hoping he won't reach. And it's not that I don't desire him. Or don't desire him before he's reached for me.

The soul-searching truth is-even after all the years we've spent together, all that shared, all that we've experienced-I struggle with that degree of vulnerability in our sexual relationship. I've had to own that the ghosts that reside in the house of shame drop by to visit. I'm not even sure why or when they moved in. They just chant "good girls don't. . ."

So, I'm willing to let the man I adore risk rejection. I'm willing to be the woman he desires and to be flattered by his reaching out for me. But I'm not willing to reach for him first, to offer him the gift of being desired?

It's time for me "woman up" and take hold of the partner God placed in my life.

Now Here's the Weekend Challenge from the Zesty chicks on this side of the screen to you on the other: This weekend, REACH OUT for your mate. Be the one to initiate! { And surprise his everlovin' socks off :) }