"Don't you just hate going in there?" Her husband had been an employee at the company for more years than she could have wished. Of course, he was a good, hard-working provider, but his occupation of choice sure stunk. Literally.
"No, I don't mind. My husband's in there; he's the one I want to see." She bounced a baby on her lap. She was much younger than the first.
"I know, but it just reeks! But then, you're newly married."
"Well, I hope it never changes." Her quiet answer was firm. She had waited for the love of her life and nothing he did and nowhere he worked could cause her to avoid seeing him.
My God, You are my Husband. You are the Love of my life. You are my Provider. Seeing You and being in Your Presence and in fellowship with You is so precious. Even though I find that I sometimes have to go to unpleasant places if I am to see You, I want to be with You. We are called to go with You into this messy, filthy, disgusting world--and there You are! We find You amidst the junk, the broken lives, the stench. Nothing, (oh let nothing!), ever keep me from finding You and being with You even if it be at the very bottom of the sewer.
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