This weekend was really hard. Because when you start your day praying for things you usually don’t pray for, I find you’re usually just spiritually preparing yourself. Saturday morning, I prayed for my couple, like usual. I prayed that their marriage would be amazing, that the rain would hold off, and that they would enjoy the day immensely. But then I started praying for myself. I prayed for creativity in difficult times, that my equipment would hold up, and that I would respect the sovereignty of God through it all. That was unusual.
Well, Saturday was beautiful. The weather held off, and Laura and Pete had a beautiful wedding that I’m so excited to share with you tomorrow. But for me, I had a lot of challenges. I dealt with STRICT church restrictions, camera malfunctions, and questioning God. [Something like, "God! What the heck?!" I hope he understands I wasn't trying to be rude, just flipping out a little.] The blessing was that I have a back up camera! The ceremony was beautiful! And, God is STILL sovereign.
And Sunday, I cried at church. You see, Sunday they started talking about marriage/divorce/adultery and what the bible says about that. It was a doozy. The pastor broke down, the church was silenced, and I started to cry. If you follow my Marriage Monday series, you know how passionate I am about healthy marriages. I LOVE marriage. Not just my own, but the weight of the relationship. The importance of it. The COVENANT of it. I love that God enters into marriage with us. You know, “What God has joined together…” It broke me to think about broken marriages and the tragic loss of a life, the life of ONE FLESH.
One flesh. For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united with his wife and the two will become…
There is a new life when two people get married. Their life together! Our pastor explained it as a child. You can’t take the mom out of a child, or the dad out of a child. He is one flesh–one life. That is how God sees marriage. This fact is slowly sinking in. I hurt when Chad hurts. We start to think the same thoughts. We understand more and more of each other. It’s not boring; its bizarre. It’s one of those things that you don’t understand until it starts happening. And then you don’t believe it because it’s weird. Wonderful. But weird.
When Chad held my hand while we prayed for Saturday’s wedding, I knew he was entering into “it” with me. We were acting as one, together. Asking God for the same things. And it was weird. But wonderful.
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