Your wedding was a beautiful blessing to me. I have to admit that one of the griefs I carry over how things turned out with the church was the loss of a dream–
I thought that when J and I poured our lives into the youth group that would mean years of beautiful weddings.
In reality it has meant just two beautiful weddings–yours and your sister’s.
I am deeply grateful for both.
The loss of that former community and all those other weddings has scarred me a bit. I don’t trust people the way I used to.
Actually, I don’t believe in them much anymore.
So when your beautiful friend told me how you invited her to church and how that invitation led to Jesus, well, it was a great gift to me.
They mean something
Precious and eternal
Like the vows you spoke that day
So much joy
And the one promise I hold onto
For all of us–
forsaking all others
It matters when we promise that to someone.
It matters the world entire when He promises it to us.