I hope you are having an amazing Monday.
I wanted to share with you about my weekend because it was the best weekend of my summer!
I went to College Station, TX, and I helped my roommate of three years, Katy, walk down the aisle and marry the man of her dreams.
It was such a beautiful wedding, and God gave us a miraculous cold front and breeze for the morning photo shoot outside. If you are from Texas, you can understand how miraculous a cool breeze can feel on a typically stifling August morning. It wasn’t humid, I barely sweated, and the beautiful bride was completely comfortable in her layers of stunning white .
The reason this wedding was the highlight of my summer, is for one simple reason it was a celebration of the goodness and faithfulness of God.
At the rehearsal dinner I told a story about how every Friday night during our excruciatingly long single years we (Katy, myself, and another roommate) would gather in our pj’s in our living room. I would smash a few soft avocados into smooth velvety submission, zesting the dip with lemon juice and garlic salt. My guacamole, became a staple of our Friday night roommate time, along with rich conversation about our busy weeks.
Tears and tissue were passed around the living room freely because of one topic…men…
The distinct lack of men in our lives, along with the multiple wedding invitations, save the date magnets and engagement announcements which paraded across our fridge singing a taunt of loneliness and fear. Fear that because we were in our late twenties and early thirties, we had been forgotten. I wondered if the movie 27 dresses was actually a secret documentary about our lives. We would pray, we would cry, we complained, we questioned… “WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!” so many times….and yet every time we would pray together my heart grew with confidence that God was preparing a man for each of us.
We ended most Friday night, vegging out watching our favorite reality wedding shows, like Four Weddings and Say Yes to the Dress. We would wipe our eyes, and dream…giggling like 3 junior high girls, about where we would get married, what our wedding dress would look like and of course who the groom would be!
As I watched as the most stunning bride walked down the aisle to marry her best friend, her lover, the groom God had been preparing all along – when getting married seemed as plausible as a cool front, in the middle of Texas, on a typically scorching August morning – my heart (and tear ducts) burst with thankfulness.
On those Friday nights, when our relationship futures seemed bleak and despair whispered lies in our ears like a close friend…we had prayed to and been heard by an extraordinary, Father.
For a year and a half I put this verse on the door of our duplex I shared with my roomates.
I posted it as a declaration over myself and my roommates, that God was big enough to bring our husbands, and that even when we saw nothing changing in the natural realm that He was bringing promises to fruition in unseen places.
Katy, you are a warrior, and overcomer, you have laughed in the face of the enemy through every attempt he made to steal your joy and hope in the area of marriage. You have fought with unrelenting fierceness, you have held onto to the truth that God is good, and today I rejoice with you because you are experiencing “the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.” (Psalm 27:13)
Please Share! (I love comments) Have you seen the Lord bring to pass a promise that you had prayed and believed for? I would love to hear about it, reading testimonies of breakthrough can build our faith in a powerful way!