The Last of Three

So this year was the year for weddings, and I was in three of them. I realize that I shouldn't complain and that I'm so blessed to have such awesome relationships; however, as any single person can tell you, it doesn't matter how content you are, weddings can be one of the most difficult things in the world. I have now had to sit through reception after reception, slow song after slow song, and realized that there's still that one thing that you ache for, but know it's not the proper timing. Despite how difficult it could be, there is comfort b/c as Pauls says in 1 Corinthians it is in those times when you are not bound to the concerns of another that you can truly and completely focus on serving God with all you have. But as I said, the emotion is still there.

But, this isn't about the difficulties of having to be a part of the group on the dance floor with the status that permits them to catch the bouquet, this is about something more. As I said at the beginning of this, I've been a part of seeing the nuts, bolts, drama, and pains of planning a wedding which only lasts a day. Tonight though as I was at my fourth and final wedding for the year, I saw the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life: a couple who was at least 75 years old and where the husband could barely walk and they were dancing cheak to cheak on the dance floor. The bottom line is we can sit at weddings and the girls and can plan for that event that they dream will happen in their lives, but when it all comes down to it, our focus shouldn't be necessarily the flowers, the centerpieces, or even the dress, it's about that time 70 years down the road where you can still dance with the person that you once upon a time stood up in front their friends and family saying you'll love that person for the rest of your life.