Blurred lines

I wore an Ivory twinset to church, with jeans. They are long jeans, that accommodate heels very nicely. When I wear my brown boots, I am only a couple inches shorter than my husband. It changes my perspective, being taller. I can look him in the eye.

When the lights were dimmed at church, as we were singing, Tim and I sat shoulder to shoulder, as we always do. Shoulders- pressed- together feels like holding hands, for all I can feel his thoughts thru the connection.
He was wearing ivory, too. A sweater.

I chuckled in a momentary thought, that the colors and the fabrics were so similar that I could not tell where I ended and he began.
So often, in an epiphany like that, the thought congeals so quickly. I realized that the blurred line between us is exactly the point. It's where we're headed. As a new couple, we are, perhaps, in an accelerated growth phase. Maybe we won't always change so rapidly. But the direction in which we're moving is toward Oneness. There should be a day, down the road, when I can't really see where he begins, and I end.

Every time I see some new truth about marriage, I wonder how it applies to the analogy of Christ and the church. Because I'm really holy that way.

What if my relationship with my Lord was such that it was growing toward a unified oneness? What if I got to a point with Him that I could not be at all sure when I ended and He began? That would pretty stunning. I'd probably be so amazing that I could board a chariot of flame, and ride straight through the gates of Glory. But, that kind of Oneness is also the goal, isn't it? That's where I want to be headed.

Marriage, once again, serves as a picture of the design God has for His Romance with me. The Bride of Christ. Make it so, Lord.