Weddings are beautiful. The innovative ways the bride and groom bring their families together to witness the moment that their lives become one. The smiling pastor and the glistening bridesmaids are all cheerful in anticipation; the groomsmen laughing and trying to remain dignified (still recovering from the night before); the groom smiling from ear to ear; and the beloved bride…glistening in her glory.
My eyes were filled with visions of hope. My ears awaited that single phrase, “I do…” I began to tremble when the bride recounted how her husband-to-be was always there, but waited until the sanctified moment to do what he was called by God to do. He was obedient. She was ready. Their story brought tears to my eyes. For although I’d come close to identifying with their romance, it was so special and so unique that it was certain that God had his hand on it the entire time.
As a mere witness to this couple that I barely knew as strangers, my heart swelled. I was inspired. Could this be how true love manifests? There was healing in this ceremony. It was ordained and sanctified. Blessed and sincere, I too just know that all the days remaining from this day till the end would be blissful for this couple.
She spoke of how’d they’d met; how their circles of friends were intertwined, how’d they were destined to be together, and how they had deviated from their paths only to finally come together as one. It was a love story created before either of them had been conceived.
Yes! Stories like this truly exist!
As they prayed, I felt a healing.
My heart had ached for hours the night before. I woke cleansed but it wasn’t long before that deep pain crept back up on me. Certain to be doomed, I was pessimistic as I arrived to the church. I’d actually called upon several of my brethren to pray for me because my pain was internal. No doctor could ease my pain. My discomfort grew into anger which blossomed into rage.
I was in no mood for love stories or pleasantries. I resented the smallest gestures of kindness and repelled any hints of a smile. But as s man of my word, I arrived to the chapel on time to bare witness.
I’m glad I did.
Beautiful dresses, handsome tuxedos, scuffed shoes, broken heels…
There were broken heels, but all that was broken is now healed.