Today I’m just taking a pause between the two units of study in the book of Hosea.  I’m relishing the the story of God telling Hosea to go get Gomer.  I’m sure he said something like this:  Go find Gomer, bring her home, enfold her in your arms while she is still dirty and hurting, assure her it is she herself whom you love.  Then you can encourage the cleaning up, arranging hair, fine aroma, beautiful dress, and dangling earrings.  And that’s just what Hosea did.

Same with my story except it was Jesus whom God sent to find me, love me, hold me, assure me he is always going to love me In spite of myself.  Then he encourages me to clean up, fix my hair, dresses me in a becoming style, and sets me on my feet with a confident grace of belonging to Him. And that’s what he did.

How could Gomer be so foolish as to return to the pit?  I don’t know, but I guess she just got all filled up with pride and selfish ambitions.  Sorrowfully it appears that it can happen to many people who are God’s chosen.  I must beware that it does not happen to me.