Ten years ago I walked around the house peering into every mirror as I trudged along in an old pair of white heels. Wearing an old nightgown trimmed with lace, an old skirt draped around my shoulders as a shawl, and a white T-shirt sitting on my hopelessly tangled hair, I dreamed of what I would look like wearing a real wedding gown and veil. "Better to ask forgiveness than permission", I headed off to the bathroom in search of my mother's scarlet red lipstick...
Fast forward 10 years and here I am, thinking about how fast life has changed. Invitations have been sent out, decorations clutter the space in my apartment, and a box with the complete wedding outfit sits on the top shelf of my closet...waiting. When I found that dress I felt like a princess, and I can't wait to see the look on my Prince Charming's face when I walk down the center aisle of the church. I can't wait to see him standing there, waiting. Waiting for me to walk up to him and say "I do". Waiting for me to tell him that I will love him and cherish him and respect him until the day I die. Waiting for the pastor to pronounce us husband and wife. Waiting to see if the blessings of married life really are as good as God promised....
And now I wonder...
God always talks about the marriage of Christ and the church...what must it be like from his perspective? We've been through so much together...we've broken his heart, yet he waits for us. We've pushed him aside, taken him for granted, caused him so much hurt...and yet everytime we need to know he's there for us we feel ashamed to find out he never left. We treat the author of romance like an option and he welcomes us to his safe, strong arms with forgiveness. Don't leave God waiting at the cross...give Him your life, your love, serve Him. Thank Him for staying faithful and giving you a purpose in life. And then...live with Him, glorify Him, enjoy Him.
Fast forward 10 years and here I am, thinking about how fast life has changed. Invitations have been sent out, decorations clutter the space in my apartment, and a box with the complete wedding outfit sits on the top shelf of my closet...waiting. When I found that dress I felt like a princess, and I can't wait to see the look on my Prince Charming's face when I walk down the center aisle of the church. I can't wait to see him standing there, waiting. Waiting for me to walk up to him and say "I do". Waiting for me to tell him that I will love him and cherish him and respect him until the day I die. Waiting for the pastor to pronounce us husband and wife. Waiting to see if the blessings of married life really are as good as God promised....
And now I wonder...
God always talks about the marriage of Christ and the church...what must it be like from his perspective? We've been through so much together...we've broken his heart, yet he waits for us. We've pushed him aside, taken him for granted, caused him so much hurt...and yet everytime we need to know he's there for us we feel ashamed to find out he never left. We treat the author of romance like an option and he welcomes us to his safe, strong arms with forgiveness. Don't leave God waiting at the cross...give Him your life, your love, serve Him. Thank Him for staying faithful and giving you a purpose in life. And then...live with Him, glorify Him, enjoy Him.
