We wept the hardest. After losing our father. It is every girl's dream to walk down the aisle hand clutched to their father. I lost mine just five months before the wedding. I was convinced I would break down on the 29th of September when it would not be him handing me over to my husband.
Surprisingly though, the 29th became our most joyous day of 2016. Not a painful tear was shed. God planted comfort and pure happiness in our hearts. I know dad would have been happy to see me at my happiest.
The joyous morning sun does definitely come to dry away the nightly tears.
Saturday, 31 December 2016
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
If music be the food of love, play on...
My heart is like a grand organ ready for God to play a piece of music on it
As I stand here at this very moment, at this spot about to walk down the aisle
I can only affirm one last time
"The keys of my heart are ready LORD, please play a tune for him"
As God begins to play our song in my heart I take the first step toward you
There is music playing in the background but our ears are deafened to it by the song playing in both my heart and yours
A song with a melody to the essence of... "Deep in His mind, there is a place for me..."
A melody that I imagine to have echoed on the day that God made you and then me -your rib made human!
Yes He fashioned you in your mother's womb
Then one by one putting my organs together - He created me for you to the background of angelic choir singing a song with that cord that marks the celestial harmonies of heaven
Oh yes! He definitely had me in mind when He made you
As I walk down the aisle, all eyes are on locked on me but mine representing all of me are locked on you!
And then our eyes lock and they begin to move to the sound of the song that birthed our love!
We're finally here!
And so I walk toward you, each step a beautiful note reaching as high as Mount Calvary (praise!), coming down to the pit of your heart with an ever increasing depth of His love!
Our hearts join in chorus as we now stand before the alter
Hoping that this song of our love is a pleasant sacrifice to our Father in Heaven
In Whose presence we vow to love each other through the different stanzas of our love song
Vowing to forever sing this melody together
A melody that will inspire worship
Transitioning our praise daily
So that at the close of time, together with the children that will come from this blessed song, we can stand in that heavenly choir conducted by King Jesus Himself
Singing a song with that cord that only marks the celestial harmonies of heaven
And His love shall forever be the theme of our song
Picture from Google
Thursday, 27 October 2016
Now a few notes in a song are enough to grant me happiness for the rest of my life
I promise you, a single word in a poem is enough to secure me joy for each and every single day going forth
I tell you, the tiny song of the early bird sets my feet to dance.....
I'd built walls around my heart for fear of something I didn't know
Like white blood cells these walls locked out this phenomenon from entering my system
But then you came and now my heart is no longer oblivious to the notes in a song, the word in a poem, the song of the morning bird: the simplest things that grant me unspeakable joy
Because you taught me to see and hear these things
Droplets of the love poured out to me from your heart broke down the walls
And I began to experience love
With you I began to live this phenomenon
Wednesday, 31 August 2016
A quick glance at my rear-view mirror before taking the next big turn
Wow! So I'm sitting here in this fancy restaurant treating myself to a nice lunch (I have not had a decent meal since last Sabbath!) in between my wedding preparation tasks. My hair has just been laid to the gawds at this fancy hair salon hunty! Trial run for my hairstyle for the wedding. Still recovering from a lovely bridal shower a few days ago, you just cannot miss the glow on my face! I feel good! I'm telling you this is nice! Super nice!
Sunday, 31 July 2016
This is one question that, no matter how strong I have been trying to be, makes me crumble and actually admit I am going through a lot. It just has a way of bringing me face-to-face with the fact that I have been strong, but I would love to curl into fetal position and burst into tears for a good 15 minutes. I was asked this question recently and it sent me doing some introspection and here I am to do some mind-flush. I know after this I will be strong again to go on, the same effect that a good 15 minutes of tears has on me.