We are Hosea’s Wife.

I’ve been off work the last week with strep throat. And I’ll admit, I had such a stressful time at work the week before that I actually welcomed the off time. I’ve had lots of free time for a bit of vegging out through a few seasons of a sci-fi series on Netflix. Doctor Who. Very good. It starts out goofy, but stick with it, it’s worth it. But that’s not the point–the point is this disillusionment, this restlessness, this constant pursuit and growing desire that is growing and growing. a part of me wants to fight it, to wrestle against it, and I do. with all the same usual little distractions. And all the while I wrestle against Love, clinging to my little crumbs and shadows and smoke, thinking myself content with my one little drop, while I am pursued by the wide, endless ocean that I know I was made for. And even so, while I still wrestle against it, back and forth, there is me, the real me, locked away deep inside, that desperately wants the One who pursues me to win.