Shortly before we were married, an elderly friend told my future husband and I a story of a custom practiced in his country long ago. Before a young man built his house, he would take his bride to the piece of land where their future home would be. He would have her stand in a sunny spot, and wherever her shadow fell, there he would break ground to lay the foundation. This way, his home would be built in the shadow of his beloved.
Under Your wings, we make our house. With trembling hands we build to last, and You are patient. Side by side, we three.