I am still here in Nashville with my darling son. I attended my cousin's beautiful wedding Saturday evening. Weddings, especially those of my family, always make me nostalgic and sentimental. I'm afraid that means if you continue reading today's blog, you must put up with some gushing.
The bride, attendants, ceremony, and reception were all beautiful. It seemed to (thankfully!) go off without any noticeable hitches, glitches, or drama. As I sat there listening to them recite their vows, I must admit, I missed my husband a little bit more. But I think that's a good thing. I would have worried if I didn't! Listening to them promise one another forever made me reflect back on the vows I've made.
Twice, I have promised "til death do us part." Once, it actually happened. That sucked. But it also gave me hope and faith that you CAN promise forever, mean it, and keep it. It was indeed stranger for me to say it the second time, after having walked it out once. After my wedding in California with our families present, even my brother told me afterwards he wondered how it was for me to say those words. It's definitely different and more impactful to kind of know what you're committing to.
But that's the beauty of love given from God. Even if you know the pain and sorrow that can come from that kind of promise, even if you know how vulnerable you're allowing yourself to become, you also know that, with God's help, you can do it. And you know that it's worth it. It's worth every bump and pothole in the road of life. It's worth the trouble, the heartache, the effort. Because every part of it, even the rough stuff, are small matters and moments compared to the overwhelming blessing that comes from being in a committed, healthy, forever marriage.
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