Alone

I find myself alone, and aching for the future.  

The present is what's most important.  

But the present is often overcome by hurt from the past and fear or impatience for the future. 

I want my Husband. I want my Hosea.  

I get so caught up in the immediate loneliness or the lingering fear that I forget it is ultimately Him.  

I forget that Hosea is to be the image of our Bridegroom.  He's to sweep us off our feet.  He's dying to set me free if I'd only let Him...  He's already died so I can know love.  He died to heal my heart if I'd only see Him in that light.  If I'd only be satisfied in Him, instead of looking for love anywhere else.  

Hope does not ask anything of the soul, but instead, gives it wings.