I was thinking this morning of denim, fashioned into a pair of jeans, and how they are put together, reminds me of our love, strange as that seems.
The fabric once only came in dark blue, and was noted for being strong and tough, and I've always wondered why the stitching was done with bright orange thread, double-sewn as if once was not enough.
And at all the stress points, the places where the fabric would be pulled most, copper rivets were pounded into place, so that even under extraordinary pressure, they would hold where thread alone would not.
The fabric wears like iron, through work or play, whatever it is that you do...and the more they were washed, the softer they became, they took on your shape, became like a part of you.
Our love is like that.... strong and tough, but at first a bit stiff, just like a new pair of jeans.... we had to get used to being a 'two' and not two 'ones' - to settle into being a team.
God brought us together, He was the master tailor, and each part was stitched twice so we could see, that what holds us together are the bright threads of forgiveness and grace.
There are always two rows for we should always be together, where one is, so the other should be, and instead of being confining or holding us back, this shared love truly sets each of us free.
At all the stress points, and there will be many, God placed the copper rivets of His word, so that when things get hard, His help will be right there, and with Him we can get past whatever comes along, for nothing can stand in the face of His loving care.
As time passes by, like those jeans washed many times...the colors faded into gentleness, the stiffness washed into comfort, and they suddenly fit like a glove...and I thank God for the wonder, the joy that we have, that each morning its more than just clothes that we wear, each morning we put on love.