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It was the hour of darkness. Hearing the key turn in the lock, Katey threw the bedcovers off and scrambled to get the money from her purse. As his footsteps approached their bedroom, she hid the money in her clothing.
A monster stared out at her through the windows of his eyes. "Give me the money." His voice was calm yet challenging and intimidating.
"No," Katey replied boldly, "We need this money for groceries."
"Give me the money!" His mouth curled into a teeth-bearing snarl.
Realizing the situation was volatile, Katey moved down the hall away from the bedrooms filled with sleeping children.
Katey wondered when the crack-cocaine would push him over the edge into madness or if he was there already.
"You better give me that money!"
She ran for the telephone but it was gone - another electronic casualty to the drug abuse.
Katey's mind began racing for an escape. Hearing the neighbors outside she fled out the door.
He left - driving back into the night on a tightrope between life and death. Although his soul staggered toward destruction, Katey could not see beyond her own pain.
As his adultery abounded, Katey's love for him grew colder.
Only the brutality of the streets would bring him home. Feigning repentance he would crawl into their bed.
War raged within her. Her faith in God's promise to save her husband if she would submit to him was threatened by her fear.
What if he has a disease? What if I get AIDS?
"Oh God, I can't go on like this! The wait for your promise is too long. Please let me die!"
Death became Katey's hope. Running had always been easy for her.
Her longsuffering, faithful God reminded her, "I too am married to an adulteress."
Glimpsing into the heartache of God, Katey sobbed.
How many years had Jesus patiently longed for her? He had remained faithful even when she had not.
Katey began to see the folly of her death wish. She knew that the death required of her involved living. Who would stand in prayer for her husband? Who would raise her four children?
Even her thoughts were covered in tears.
The children cry for their mommy, "Would you choose to abandon us?"
The husband cries for his wife, "The only Jesus I know is in you. Please don't give up on me."
Katey cries to her God, "Please forgive my selfishness. You have laid down your life for me and I will lay down my life for my family."
1 Peter 3:1,2 (NASB) "In the same way, you wives, be submissive to your own husbands so that even if any of them are disobedient to the word, they may be won without a word by the behavior of their wives, as they observe your chaste and respectful behavior."
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