For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. --Genesis 2:24
This weekend, Dean and I are going out of town for his cousin’s wedding. I’m looking forward to seeing family, and I’m very excited for the bride and groom. Since I got married, going to a wedding has a whole different feel to me.
And, of course, it makes me think about my own wedding. It was perfect. I didn’t put months and months of planning into it, so it didn’t feel strange after it was over. I’ve seen many people stress over every detail of their wedding for months in advance. Sure, we had stress, but on a small scale and it didn’t last long.
Dean and I wanted to get away from the traditions of the ceremony, and focus on the commitment we were making. We didn’t spend hours decorating. In fact, we did no decorating at all. My mom thought an arch for us to stand under would be nice. I didn’t think any piece of decoration would improve the venue at all. It was the beach, after all. God decorated for us! It was slightly overcast that morning, which was slightly disappointing to me, until I stepped onto the beach and saw how much more it made the colors of the sand, and the water come out. It was beautiful. In fact, we were there a week, because we stayed and honeymooned there, and it was never as beautiful as it was that morning. Oh, I loved that day. I loved the flowers, I loved the atmosphere, I loved the vows we took time to write together; I loved everything about it. I never got even a hint of cold feet. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was God’s plan for my life, and I trusted Him and the man he was joining me with completely.
And the week that followed was the most relaxing, and most fun week of my life. I’ve never had another week like it, and I often wish I could go back and re-live it.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
God knows when I’ve had enough. It helps that I told Him I couldn’t take it anymore, but really, He already knew. Remember how I’ve been living in a travel trailer for the last 8 months? The 8 months that was supposed to have been a couple? Yeah, that gets old. And then, things keep going wrong with the stupid thing, and it gets older. And then, you get pregnant and irritable and impatient, and it REALLY gets old. It’s at that point that you pray to God and beg Him to get you out of there. You know if things go well that it could be ready to move into (meaning the bedroom & bathroom are done at least) in 2-3 more weeks. But, when you reach the end of your rope, it’s not good enough. That is where I was. And then, God provided a place for us to stay for a couple weeks. Our pastor and his wife asked us to housesit while they were out of the country. Thank you, Jesus, a real shower and a bed on a frame instead of a mattress on plywood, and space to move, and no electrical issues, or heating/cooling issues, or plumbing issues, and a kitchen with working appliances and counter space, and did I mention a real shower? My nerves are very appreciative. At the same time, work has been a little slow for Dean, which isn’t the best thing for our pocketbook, but great for construction progress. It also helps that my brother works with Dean so they have the same days off, so he has help. That being the case, we may be ready to move in by the end of our house sitting. I pray that we will. In the meantime, I’m praising God for delivering me from the trials of the camper when I couldn’t take any more. Sometimes my life feels like swinging on a swing set. When the swing is at its highest, if I only look up, it feels like I’m falling. But, if I look around me, I’m aware of the seat holding me up and its fun.