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The past few weeks have been heavy for so many reasons for myself, my beloved boy, and my family. There have been nightly tears and bleeding heartache. There has been mourning and overwhelming exhaustion. There have been days where getting out of bed and making a “Wedding To-Do” list seems like the worst and most inconquerable task someone could hand me.
A few times we have looked skeptically up at the sky, and said, “Really? This too?”
But then I think about what is coming. Not just my wedding, but my best friend’s wedding. And her sister’s coming baby child. And I remember that though these days are formidable against our souls, they will not crush us.
And I think that my wedding, and my closest friend’s wedding, is more than a party, or even a celebration. It is a symbol of faithfulness and unity, in the good and the bad, for better and for worse. I feel blessed that I have this before my eyes. It raises comfort and hope in my weary heart. We have so many moments for redemption coming soon. We have palpable symbols of love before us, just as they have lain behind us leading here.
So, in less than three months, I will stand at an altar with these women by my side. And the happiness and reunion of a long-awaited airport greeting will pale in comparison to the joy on that day. We know it means something, we know this is bigger than all of us, and we embrace it and hope for it.
Thank the Lord for it all, the trial and the healing and the people along the way. Amen.
