A dear friend was married this weekend and I was honored to be a part of her bridal party. These are moments that are full of joy and delight and an almost ecstasy as you watch your friends enter into a new journey that opens new insights into their hearts, new moments of glory, new depths of sin, old wounds and battle scars, and ultimately points them back to the hope of an eternal wedding feast when the Church is presented as a beautifully adorned bride, brought before the Lamb and arrayed in a stunning righteousness that is His own and His alone to bestow... I am thankful for the wedding dress that is mine to wear forever...
... for a grandfather who grew roses and was the first man to bring me flowers, who cultivated a love of plants, flowers, and digging in the earth...
... for rest and sleep and quiet places that restore my soul...
... for small steps towards wholeness...
... for a day off work...
... for renewed friendships and the time and ability to invest in them...
... for roses...
... for the English Country garden sitting on my kitchen table; for peonies, mums, hydrangeas, wildflower beauty...
... for the opportunity and ability to give good gifts to friends...
... for clothes that fit and a body that begins to make more sense to me...
... for the Cupid Shuffle and boldness to join in at least once...
... for free art...
... for the man who boldly initiated a dance and then patiently tried to teach me how to dance the waltz...
... for friends who are willing to help me move...
... for good yet simple foods...
... for the color green and coffee and beautiful gardens...
... for rolled down windows and evening rambles...
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