Your Maker Is Your Husband

I stood there lifeless, unable to hope, ashamed to be seen, abused by self and abused by others. It was my second…third… fourth… no fifth, maybe sixth failed relationship.

Chasing, yet never obtaining. Compromised yet never respected, I had willfully agreed to be used rather than loved and the light of hope was soon fading. I was emptied out of my storehouse, how could I be filled again? How could dignity be restored?

“Sir, you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep,” were my unspoken thoughts to God,“From where will you get this life giving water?”  Then there came a whispered voice; it was my voice, calling out to Him with my last bit of strength: “If you could show me who you are, I would follow you to the ends of world…”

Not long after would Jesus answer this prayer. And the unsealed fountains of my heart that poured forth it’s affections in exchange for love, security and identity would soon be stopped up by the King. It would pour forth only for Him.

“They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any green plant or any tree, but only those people who do not have the seal of God on their foreheads.”  (Revelation 9:4)….

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