Woodworking and Marriage

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When I was little, I used to watch my dad work with wood in the garage.  He's entirely self-taught, and over the last twenty-five years or more his skill has increased to the point that now he's made a bunk bed and a cedar chest, several steps up from the bookshelves he started out making.

Often when he wants to make a very sturdy, very high-quality piece of furniture that will stay together for a long time, he joins the pieces of wood together using what are called dove-tailed joints, instead of nails, screws or glue.  The ends of the pieces of wood are cut in a pattern that looks a bit like the sides of a zipper, so that they fit together snugly and don't move.  Each piece of wood supports the ones on either side of it, like fingers woven together.

I see my marriage relationship like those pieces of wood with the dove-tail joints.  My husband and I are two separate entities, but we complement each other, we fit together perfectly, and we support each other and make the other person stronger.  When we were married, God joined us together, two people becoming one in his eyes.

"Two are better than one," it says in Ecclesiastes.  "What God has joined together, let no man separate, for they are not two, but one," Jesus said in Matthew.

My husband and I, joined at the heart, soul, mind and body, have a joining, a union, that will last our whole lives: a work of art, designed not by humans but by God, that will hopefully be a testament to him and his majesty for many, many years.

Linking up today: Lisa-Jo Baker, finding joy, Consider the Lilies, Your Thriving Family