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Married to a Whore

One touch of his wife’s hand sent Hosea’s heart pounding.  Even with the shroud of night, her beauty overwhelmed him.

“You have stolen my heart,” he whispered in the ear of his love.  In the darkness, he felt her pull away.  He didn’t care.  He moved closer.

Gomer squeezed her eyes closed and pulled the blanket tighter around her.  She could see the way her mother-in-law looked at her.  She could see the way everyone looked at her.  Whore!  Whore!  They were only stares, but they may as well been screams. The honorable woman Hosea made her into couldn’t stop the voices of her past.

Gomer had always sought the kindness of the prophet, Hosea.  His words from God brought peace to her heart.  Her personal prison didn’t seem so dark when he spoke, so when he pursued her and she became his wife, somehow she believed she could be free from the hell of selling herself for the pleasure of men.

 Hosea loved her, she knew that, but somehow it was easier to believe the other voices.  The voices shouted inside her, What were you thinking? What made you think you could ever be good enough to be accepted in his world? Do you think you could be worthy of an honorable life? YOU MISERABLE CREATURE! HOW DARE YOU TO THINK YOU DESERVE GOODNESS?!

One day while out, an exchange from her past presented an offer. To Gomer, it was natural.  It was easy.  Apparently this was what she was worthy of, but as she dressed, the shame of her actions burned her skin. Hosea’s face haunted her. His loving eyes would transform into eyes of wrath if he discovered what she had done. She was sure he would never forgive her betrayal.

Once turned into often.  Often turned into daily.  Her daily betrayal of the one she loved was a demon too great to bear, too great to hide, so Gomer gave in.  She gave in to the demons of her past.

Hosea’s body began to tremble.  The reality seemed more like a nightmare.  If only he would wake up and everything would be like it should be, but he was already awake.  Hosea wasn’t sure the ill bearing messenger meant well delivering the news of his wayward wife, “You should’ve known marrying a woman like that would bring this kind of a shame to your family.  You should go straight to the priests and command her death”.

Hosea stared at the man, “Yes, I should.” Without another word, he took off running.

Gomer hadn’t seen daylight in weeks.  Her captors kept her locked inside, but the truth be known her stinging shame was really keeping her hidden.

Then an unexpected figure darkened the doorway.  A figure that she could recognize anywhere.  A figure she once knew.  Gomer’s heart began to beat rapidly, but she did not move except to turn her face away.  She deserved her certain death.

Swiftly, Hosea moved in, not with a stroke of death, but with a movement of desire.  His muscular arms embraced the frail body of his once vibrant wife.  The scent of another man still clung to her skin.

Over and over Hosea whispered in Gomer’s ear, “Oh, my love, my love.  I love you.  I want you.  I cherish you.  I’ve bought you back from your master.  No matter how many times you leave, I will always come for you”.

All Gomer could see in his eyes was overwhelming love and desire. In a weak voice, Gomer asked, “Why?” “Oh, my love, God gave me a love for you that’s stronger than death.  I represent God and you, his church.  I have demonstrated the love He has for His people, for His church.  Even though his people are in near constant betrayal, he still loves them.  He still pursues them. He overwhelmingly desires them.  God proclaims,

“The root of our love is not you.  The root of our love is me.”

{Scripture reference Hosea 1-3}
Charity Craig

My journey is messy, but I've learned so many lessons along the way. So, I'm sharing pieces of myself and teaching what I've learned to give you hope on your messy journey.

23 thoughts on “Married to a Whore”

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  8. Tiffany says:

    Simply beautiful. A love like this is the truest example of how God can love of inspite of ourselves and our tendancies to run, rebel and even disappoint. Your words are blessed and a blessing

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