Splitting wood reminds me of marriage
Are you serious? Yes, I am.
You may remember in my last post I told you about the other man in our house, my oldest son.
Grant and I had the chance to talk a little last week while he was splitting wood. I loved to see him working hard. Seeing his shirt dripping with sweat reminded me of my days working at UPS. Like me, he could see the fruits of his labor.
We could also see on the ground before him and in the pile, there were two types of wood pieces. Ones that were still round and others that were already partially split. As he split wood pieces that were still round and surrounded by bark, I noticed that it took him a few swings to even get the split started. Once the split WAS started, he had to use a sledge hammer to drive the wedge between the two pieces. The pieces that were not whole, and had already been split, were a much different story. All it took was one chop and the pieces flew their separate ways.
Connie and I have a marriage that’s not partially split. Much like my mom and dad’s (64 years) and all of my brother’s and sister’s. It’s whole and we are ONE. It would take much more than a maul and sledge hammer to get between us.
The bark represents our never ending love for each other and God. It wraps and keeps us together.
What does this analogy mean to you?