It was meant to feel like fire carefully tended to.
In the beginning, they were naked and unashamed. No hiding. No shrinking. No performance. Just presence.
Somewhere along the way, we confused holiness with quietness. We mistook sacred for stiff. We learned how to protect marriage… but forgot how to enjoy it.
But holy love was never designed to be cold.
It was designed to burn steady. To speak admiration out loud. To laugh in the kitchen. To hold hands without agenda. To desire without shame.
If it is covenant, let it be alive.
If it is sacred, let it be warm.
And if it is love, let it still sing.