We can’t fool ourselves about the power of physical contact. Contact can begin innocently—hugging or holding hands—but it may not end there. Even something seemingly innocent, like tickling, can become passionate embracing in the blink of an eye or can create a situation in which the hands might touch somewhere that’s not appropriate. It can happen so easily, even with the best of intentions.
The Chemistry of Physical Contact
In fact, there are chemical reasons for why physical contact can start something that is difficult to stop.
When I was little, talking—not listening—was not my specialty, and I often got myself into trouble.
I am not unique. We live in a world of talkers. Every conference, radio station, and social media site confirms the prevalence of talking. We all want to affirm our importance.
When I was training to work at a crisis pregnancy center, I learned that our importance as client advocates lay in doing the exact opposite of the rest of the world. We were trained to listen.
It is high time to prune our grapes. On my parents’ land, a crumbling arbor of wood and metal mesh supports the weight of a network of vines. As the summer deepens, the grapes swell to their full size, becoming dusky purple fruits that pop with flavors both tart and sweet. I love our grapes, but they are overgrown.
Our neighbor’s grapes, on the other hand, look very different.
Every woman longs to be loved. Yet every woman struggles to believe that she is, truly and irrevocably, loved.
This is true of the married woman as much as it is of the single woman. In brief spans of our life, we experience times when the devotion of a close loved one satisfies us. But when it inevitably fades, we are left unfulfilled. Then we spend the rest of our lives chasing that feeling again.
We even wonder about God’s love. Why doesn’t His love satisfy all the time?
I'm 28 and single. I have a chronic illness. I just came out of a difficult home situation.