Boundaries are hard to keep, at least in part, because Satan convinces us we’re only sacrificing and never gaining, that we’re holed up in this dark, cold, damp cave called Christian dating. Christ came to us not to enslave us, though, but to liberate us.
We have weather like theirs here, too, blue skies, burning sun, light breeze — at least for two or three weeks every year.
More than half of enjoying the beach, though, is being able to stand big.
We have water in Minneapolis; it’s just frozen half the year.
Part of enjoying the beach, at least in California, is enjoying the sunshine.
What are we trying to secure or enjoy in this relationship?
If the honest answer is affection and intimacy, no number of boundaries can guard us completely.
No almost-husbands, not kind-of-wives, no probably-one-day marriages.
God intended for woman in the promises of marriage, and he intended for us to enjoy marital intimacy and pleasure, especially sexual intimacy and pleasure, only in the context of those promises.
God designed love in marriage, like gallons and gallons of ocean, to show us how unsearchable love is for us. And because love within a covenant is so large, so intense, so captivating, he established a boundary, a shoreline.