With a failed marriage behind me, I’m not an expert on love. Not even close. But I know that God is, and when I found myself ready to start looking for someone to share my life with again, I prayed.  A lot. However, I did not expect to marry a fireman. Someone who works hard for not a lot of pay, isn’t home every night, works 24 hour shifts, and leaves me to manage everything on my own.  I had enough of that the first time. But God knows me better than I know myself. I remember the first time I visited Emmett at the fire station.  We were still…