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First of all, you may be persuaded that I somehow got my hooks into this man of God, fooled him into thinking I was someone that I am not. That isn’t true. As a matter of fact, if I had not been what I was, he wouldn’t have given me the time of day. Try living your married life with that, knowing you are someone’s object lesson, the cross God called the man you married to bear. See how that works for your relationship with him.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. My story really is a Cinderella story, except I didn’t have the luxury that Cinderella had. She had a roof over her head and meals in her belly if she was only willing to be treated like a dog. Me, I knew I was a dog, a stray dog living in the streets and using the only means I had to fill my belly and get shelter. I had to scratch and bite my way through the pack just to survive.
This man knew what I was. Yet he loved me and asked me to be his wife. I don’t know how he chose me; maybe that was God’s doing too. But he did. Things went pretty well at first. We married and I went home and was a faithful wife. I became pregnant. It was wonderful to know that this child was going to have a good life, in a good home with a momma and daddy who loved him. He was our boy. My husband named him and, while I would have liked to have had a part in that, he told me that God had chosen his name. I couldn’t argue with that kind of logic.
You may know this already, but living a completely rehabilitated life is hard and you are bound to have setbacks. Just going to the marketplace, I would meet men who didn’t know that I had reformed and wanted the same thing that I had so freely given them before. Well, not freely, but certainly readily. Sometimes they were very convincing. And I could relate to them. They were like me. They understood me in ways that my godly husband just couldn’t grasp. Sometimes rehabilitation doesn’t take 100%.
I got pregnant again. I don’t know if my husband knew about the parentage of that child, or the next. I don’t know myself. I can’t be sure. But he named them too and again, he said these names came from God Himself. Communication wasn’t a strong suit in our marriage, but these names communicated plenty. The names aren’t important, but the meanings are. My little girl’s name means “not loved”. What man would name his daughter that, unless he knew that she wasn’t his daughter? Then when my son came along, my husband gave him a name meaning “not my people”. I will never forget the look of pain and betrayal in his eyes each time God named my children.
And so I ran away. I couldn’t look into those eyes anymore. Some things come at too high a price. But things didn’t go well for me. I guess I had forgotten how to live on my own in that dog eat dog world. I ended up naked and on the auction block. I was so ashamed. I couldn’t even look up as the bidding began. When it was over, I was afraid to see where my sin hand landed me. But the cloak that was thrown around my shoulders was one I recognized. Hosea had found me, bought me and was taking me home. I love him. I do not love him well, but oh, I love him.
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