Happy Monday, my friends! I hope you had a good weekend; I certainly hope you Googled to celebrate the 30th birthday of PacMan–because that was some good times.
My weekend began and ended with the likes of spring. Friday evening it was as if the storm was on hold. You could see it hovering all around, but right here, in the middle, it was nothing but spring. The sun shone, the breeze died away and the air was thick with the smell of BBQ… the sounds of birds singing, friends laughing, and a wild game of horseshoes.
We woke up Saturday to winter reruns. It rained, it sleeted, it snowed. It was freezing…I was freezing. And let me just tell you…it was not the day to straighten my hair. I’ve been meaning to buy an umbrella, but just haven’t gotten around to it. Okay fine. I’m picky, and haven’t found one I simply adore. So instead, no umbrella in a deluge. I was a wet rat the minute I stepped outside. *sigh*
Thankfully, where the weather lagged, friends and family more than made up.
We laughed and carried on with my aunt and uncle. And the wedding was beautiful.
I love weddings. *sigh*
This one afforded me the opportunity to see one of my favorite people in the whole wide world! She was seated right behind me, so we ended up talking a hundred miles a minute until the wedding bells tolled. People around us probably wanted to tell us to shut it–but it could not be helped. We had, after all, a lot to catch up on.
I also caught up with a girl I went to Junior High and High School with. We were in Orchestra together. We’ve not seen each other since graduation, so it’s been awhile. And while we didn’t have much time to chat, I can tell you, she’s one of those rare people who grows more beautiful with age … both on the inside and out.
As for the ceremony, it warmed my heart. It was a second marriage on both sides. As they knelt to pray-and two little girls stood behind, patting their backs–I was reminded yet again how God is a God of grace. Sometimes “happily ever after” doesn’t quite end up as we had envisioned. Sometimes promises are broken along with hearts. Sometimes tears fall, and nights are lonely.
Yet God has a way of taking the pieces and making something new. Mistakes and disappointments fade away… and we’re given a new chance. A new beginning. A gift more precious than we’d ever imagined.
And I feel blessed simply to have witnessed such a miracle …