My mind drifts to a group of us, sitting and talking, as we women do. One or two reach into diaper bags or purses and pull out a pile of yarn and needles. As my only craft involves my fingers on a keyboard of one kind or another, I watch in awe as strands of yarn are joined in such a way that I can't see where one begins and ends. They are perfectly meshed together!

The passage I read is speaking of Christian brothers and sisters. I can think of no more fitting application of being "knit together" than that of a marriage, especially considering that the Bible calls a married couple to be "one flesh".
As I watch my friend busily knitting, I think of the end result. I own several lovely blankets and baby clothing items that were hand-knitted for me and my children. Those separate strands of yarn that were previously not particularly useful for anything have now become a warm, comforting cover for my baby. Not unlike a marriage that is knit together in love. Two individual strands become one in such a way as to make a lovely addition to the family of God.
One other thing comes to mind as I see the flying needles and the developing masterpiece. What happens when one tries to separate the strands to their previous state? From my viewpoint as I finger the blanket covering my sleeping baby, separating the masterpiece into individual strands of yarn will require ripping. Tearing. Damaging the lovely blanket.
What happens when one tries to restore a one flesh relationship to individuals once again? Ripping. Tearing flesh. Much more than a baby blanket is destroyed. Searing pain causes a couple once joined and now torn asunder to realize that healing only comes from the Creator Himself.

"So are you going to take up knitting?" she asks with a grin. I smile. I think I already have.

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