Sitting on the Side of the Tub...

This used to be my spot; the bathroom I mean. At first, it was because it was the only room in our home with a door that locked, but that is no longer the case. My bedroom door locks, but the bathroom lock has been removed. I guess now, its just my spot to sit and think.

My husband and I separated for a while. I would like to say that it was once, but it was quite a few times. We haven't always gotten along as well as we do now and, because of the, we've spent quite a bit of time apart. During those times, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom. Not because I was so sick over being away from my husband. Well, not physically sick anyway. I was a bit sick at the looming concept of divorce that seemed inevitable for my marriage, with the way that things were going and all. But, the bathroom did give me a sense of comfort.

It smelled like my husband.

At the time of our last separation, my husband was a cigarette smoker. Combine that with the occupationally hazardous smell of a mechanic (which is a blend of motor oil and sweat) and my husband's unique scent wound appear. It didn't really stink, but it didn't really smell great, so it was tolerated. Since the bathroom had it's own vent system, that was the room he would sneak to smoke in there when he thought I wouldn't find out. But I always did and I always fussed.

When he first left, I walked past the bathroom and burst into tears. Scents carry the strongest memories. I smelled that cologne-like aroma that I had come to love and was overwhelmed with sadness. After a while, I got used to being by myself, but sitting on the side of the tub in the bathroom, inhaling the scent of my hubs, didn't bring feelings of grief. That smell brought a sense of comfort. 

I missed my husband.

Matthew 19:6

"And because of this, a man leaves father and mother 

and is firmly bonded to his wife, becoming one flesh

—no longer two bodies but one.

 Because God created this organic union of the two sexes,

 no one should desecrate His art by cutting them apart.”(The Message)

I missed my husband because we had become one flesh. He was a part of me and I was a part of him. That's the way that God designed marriage to be. You and your husband are two whole people that came together to become one unit. You are two wholes that make a whole, if that makes any sense. You are a part of each other.

Have you ever noticed that after a couple has been married for an extended amount of time, people make comments that they are starting to look alike. They take becoming one flesh seriously! But that's what happens. When you are around someone almost constantly, you begin to pick up some of their mannerisms and characteristics. Its inevitable.

Prayerfully, my husband and I will never separate again. But even when he's not with me, I always have access to him by sitting on the side of my tub...