hosea’s wife

Today I’m listening to and thinking about this song. Brooke Fraser’s music challenges and beautifies my life.

I am recovering from a week-long, non-stop trip that included catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in years and watching one of my closest friends enter a new chapter of her life (marriage). It’s a time for evaluation: to ask the question, what do I live for? I think everyone asks that question in one way or another. My thoughts and actions betray a yearning to know the answer. I love the sweet moments of life, the fulfilling relationships, the beautiful friendships. I live, in some ways, to give love to others and receive it from them, but that is somehow not enough. There is more; a deeper hunger.

Am I squandering this life? I want to receive love from God and give it back to Him: real love, not cheap human love. But I don’t understand how to do it. When I think I understand, I realize afresh that He is a mystery too big to wrap my arms around. He is too vast for me to love fully and completely – now. I must love as I can and wait for more. That is why I yearn and wonder and misunderstand Him. That is why I fail to see other people the way He does.

He understands this. All of it. And instead of getting impatient, He gives me more love. More grace. How good.

Hosea’s Wife by Brooke Fraser

I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech
That turned to mine and asked belligerently
“What do I live for?”

I see the scars of searches everywhere I go
From hearts to wars to literature to radio
There’s a question like a shame no one will show
“What do I live for?”

We are Hosea’s wife
We are squandering this life
Using people like ladders and words like knives

[CHORUS]
If we’ve eyes to see
If we’ve ears to hear
To find it in our hearts and mouths
The word that saves is near
Shed that shallow skin
Come and live again
Leave all you were before
To believe is to begin

There is truth in little corners of our lives
There are hints of it in songs and children’s eyes
It’s familiar, like an ancient lullaby
What do I live for?

We are Hosea’s wife
We are squandering this life
Using bodies like money and truth like lies

[CHORUS]

[Bridge]
We are more than dust
That means something
That means something
We are more than just
Blood and emotions
Inklings and notions
Atoms on oceans

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One Response

  1. Everyone is talking about Brooke Fraser. Seems it’s time for me to listen up! 🙂

    “Am I squandering this life? I want to receive love from God and give it back to Him: real love, not cheap human love. But I don’t understand how to do it. ”

    I feel the same way at times. God is too big, too great for me to fathom. And I want to see things the way He sees them. All the time.

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