"The Plunge"

So, a lot of people have started to ask if I am getting nervous. I have to say, I’m not. Maybe some of you think I should be, but I am still just overjoyed to be coming closer, day-by-day, to this wild, wonderous, weird wedding thing. There are several little details to be handled. But after tackling the huge concept of what kind of wedding we wanted and getting the basics done, a few things became clear.

As much as it means the world to me to be planning this wedding to be exactly what we wany it to be, if it all goes wrong and we are simply left standing there, just Matt, me and Matt’s son, on the beach in Florida . . . soaking wet from a hurricane . . . which demolished the reception site . . . destroyed the bridge so the caterer couldn’t bring any food . . . and the minister couldn’t make it either . . . EVEN if all that happened and we had to go to City Hall the next day (if it is still standing), I would be happy. I would be blessed. I am marrying a man who loves me. And I get to love him forever.

I know that it all sounds so easy to say, since it probably won’t actually happen that way. But, I have begun to realize something. We often wonder about what God’s plan is when it doesn’t seem to be in line with our own. Instead, we should be questioning our own plan when it is not in line with His.

He sees a much bigger picture than I do. His plan is not shaken because the flowers are the wrong color. It is not hindered by the weather being bad. His plan is not interrupted by the cake falling over. His plan is so much greater. It is to have even a shadow of His perfect love reflected in our love for each other. What a great gift that is. So, all the details, they are meaningful, but not critical. What is critical? I could only come up with 4 things.

Matt
Matt’s son
Me
and Love

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