Her Wedding Day

***Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with my beautiful, godly sister and her godly husband who recently got married. I wrote this in my journal long before my brother-in-law even proposed.***

One day in church I heard of a young woman who was going to marry soon. Her fiance was a believer but she herself was not and she confessed her uncertainty in choosing to follow Christ. That evening I went to bed and had the following (symbolic) dream...


Her Wedding Day

Her family arrives a day early to transform the church into an elegant display of tulle, ribbon and flowers. They’ve come together to support her as the Bride. Her emotions are beyond words. She is excited to be married, loves her family being together and is anxious about the next phase in life. Preparations are coming along better than one could expect.

It’s the day of the wedding and the final touches are being carefully put into place. The tiered cake, champagne and other items are placed on the tables with their necessary utensils to be used after the ceremony. There is no want. Every dream, every desire for her wedding is fulfilled!

Now it’s time for her to get ready. Her friend has graciously volunteered to fix her hair for her big day! She takes her hair and makes it dance with soft curls and shine with radiance, only adding to the brilliance in the Bride’s eyes! She places the comb of the veil in her hair as the final touch.

A friend of a friend works on her makeup. She puts on just enough to enhance her eyes and lips for pictures with the wedding party. The Bride thinks about who all will be present, asks for a bit more and her makeup is finished.

The last thing? Get dressed! This is no easy task with her dress consisting of several layers, nevertheless, she manages to put it on with the help of her mother and grandmother. The intricate beading and embroidery is beyond elegant and she feels it gives a grand portrayal of her for the day. When all is situated she is zipped, laced, snapped and buttoned! Finally, she slips on her shoes, picks up her bouquet and her bridal party moves just outside the doors awaiting their entrance.

The music begins and the bridesmaids and the maid of honor go first, followed by the hesitant little ones. As the bride enters the guests stand and nervously she zeroes in on the front. One foot in front of the other, she manages her way down the aisle, finding the front of the church.
As she arrives, confusion trumps the nervousness. Where is He? Where is the Bridegroom? Not believing that this could really be happening, she turns around and for the first time notices that not a single soul is present on the Groom’s side. No family, no friends. No one. It’s not a joke. He’s really not here.

It is only then that she realizes that she never accepted His proposal. How could she have overlooked such an important thing? How could this have happened? How could she have been so caught up in the wedding and the idea of being married that she could overlook and neglect the Bridegroom Himself?

Oh God, may we not get so caught up in religion, tradition or even the highlights of a believing life that we neglect to choose Your Son as our Bridegroom and live to be His Bride each and every day.