It’s been a long time since I’ve added to this entry. I hope it doesn’t mean that I am distancing myself from God, because He never leaves us—it’s always the other way around.
Today, I was feeling anxious about my upcoming wedding—not the marriage, but making all the plans, etc. On Tuesday this week, our SUV broke down, and we had to rent a car. The only thing available was a huge Ford F150 truck that was jacked up high. It was difficult to get in and out of the cab, and I didn’t even dare drive it myself. My sweetheart man did all the driving, but as expected, it was not totally comfortable for him, either.
I’ve had incessant worries that he would have an accident with the rental truck, or worse, get injured or die. I know we will all die someday, but sometimes I am so happy that I just can’t scarcely believe it will stay this way (although it does).
So today, rather than give myself totally over to tears, worry and strife, I started to pray. I prayed a private missive to God for my thanks, and my request to watch over the safety and health of my sweetheart man.
Goodness knows, God can do a much better job of things than I ever could, even on my best day!
My sweetheart man and I just finished moving the chuppah into place. We had to edge it forward about 20 feet, because rain is expected and so I wanted to relocate it so our guests would have seating out of the weather. Taking small steps, we had to budge each corner forward, then catch up with the other three sides so the structure wouldn’t collapse.
After we were through, I had a moment alone in the frame, its white cover had not been yet erected. I stood in its shadow, framing the setting sun in a cooling sky. In less than 48 hours, I will change from woman to wife.
And I shed a grateful tear as I admired the sky, knowing that my glorious God will be with me, every small step of the way.