The Wedge Between Us

Matthew 19:6 says “They are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

When we were talking about getting married, that cold October night in 1980, we always said that our marriage would be for life and nothing or no one would ever come between us, forgive us, we lied.

Not living a Christian lifestyle was very apparent and we never even thought about a relationship with Jesus. In fact, I can’t remember ever speaking about it until we arrived at our now church home. We had church hopped for several years, meeting nice people but not seeing growth in our relationship with Christ. We were just robots, Sunday school & church, Sunday school & church, week after week after week. Putting in our time, so to speak.

Finally, we started growing closer to Christ but still hadn’t grown as a couple. Yes, happy; Yes, very much still “in love”. He was the number one in my life and I in his. Not seeing anything wrong with the two of us.

The TWO of us!!!!

THAT was the PROBLEM!

We were trying to survive with just two in our relationship NOT three. Once we were immersed in the fellowship of other's that showed us the THIRD part of our equation, we started to grow closer. As we allowed Jesus to be first in each of our hearts, it allowed us to grow into a couple that has a relationship with Jesus, both alone and together.

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12

That wedge between us didn’t separate us apart, it drew us together. The wedge, the cross of Jesus Christ.

Always Singin' for Him!
Peggy

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