Intimacy, as I am using it, is sharing my reality with you.
A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.
The primary symptom of a controller is denial, that is I can't see its symptoms in myself.
I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.
But keep characters in propinquity long enough and a story will always develop a plot.
All I have to tell you about is what I have heard and seen of Jesus, how He is helping me find freedom, to occasionally love other people, and even accept myself with all my mixed motives.