While I’ve really enjoyed this season of wedding planning, preparing to be a wifey, and working when it’s convenient, I am just really ready to be Jay Keywood’s wife.
If God has taught me anything about the symbolism of marriage through this 4 month, 3 week, 4 hour, and 56 minute engagement is the reality of waiting for The Bridegroom.
Song of Solomon aside, John the Baptist–Jesus’ best man.. if He were to have one—talks about this so plainly in John 3:29-30:
“The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. He must become greater; I must become less.”
So I had a dream about midway through our engagement: I was sitting on the steps of the altar of the church, waiting for Jay to get there. I was dressed and ready and the wedding party was all there. I was weeping uncontrollably and when Melissa, my matron of honor, asked me what was wrong. I told her “My bridegroom is coming! It’s just a picture of Christ and His church!!!!’ (said in high pitched crying, blubbering voice) And Melissa was like “alright, pull yourself together, He will be here soon.”
[disclaimer: my dreams that include any snippet of reality/truth are very few and far between. Usually my subconscious spends it's night befriending dinosaurs and solving murder mysteries.]
Not that I think this dream is prophetic and the end times are imminent nor do I think that they are not imminent. This dream has just stuck in my mind. that is all.
I am ready. So so ready to be in perfect community with my King Jesus. But for now, I know that God has a sanctifying journey called marriage that he’s called me to embark upon in just nine days.
I get to marry my best friend and the most wonderful man I know. But this is not the end.
To glorify God and make Him known,