Holy Moment

Flower arch

This is the arch where our two good friends renewed their vows yesterday.  It stood in our front yard. It’s a metal arch Jonathon assembled from a kit. A good friend gave of her time and expertise in the decorating, and provided said arch. She provided the flowers, silk hydrangea and some other white flower, and twined them around the arch, softening its contours.  It’s nice and decorative, but…

Ever feel like you caught a glimpse of something holy? As the bride and groom read their scriptures and committed themselves anew to covenant, God showed up.  No, glowing angels didn’t appear, strumming golden harps.  No visible manifestation of Jesus shimmered in the August heat.  But a sweet presence of the Lord lingered. I felt His pleasure in the couple, all they’ve done to serve and how they’ve grown wise and strong through trials.  God smiled on them.

Afterwards, we ate and talked and laughed together. We sipped the nectar of sun tea and devoured several cakes.  A little slice of heaven, enjoying great fellowship and delicious food, right here on earth.

What a blessing to be a part of it, celebrating our friends.  Twas was a very good day. 

So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep. While the man slept, the Lord God took out one of the man’s ribs and closed up the opening. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib, and he brought her to the man.

“At last!” the man exclaimed.

“This one is bone from my bone,

and flesh from my flesh!

She will be called ‘woman,’

because she was taken from ‘man.’”

This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one. – Genesis 2:21-24


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