It’s wedding season…I’ve attended two behind and still have
two ahead of me. As an unwed single
person who honestly doesn’t see a wedding in my future, I was amused that the
conversations I have had include what I would and wouldn’t do in my own
wedding, if I ever had one. It’s amusing
because I’m nearly positive it’s not in my future, yet there I am, daydreaming
and planning.
“So why these thoughts?”, I asked myself.
As I searched my heart, the best answer I could come up with
is the “I do” moment. Traditional
wedding vows read something like, "I, _____, take thee, _____, to be my
wedded wife/husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for
worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to
cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto
I pledge thee my faith."
Even I suffer from fairy tale hopeless romantic ideals. That dream that someone would look around and
of all the human beings on this planet, they’d say to me, “I choose you…..I
choose you today, tomorrow and for each future day. In times of sun and much rain…I will still
choose you even when the seasons change. Lots of aspects of life will come and
go but to the best of my ability, I promise to remain.”
But what’s often forgotten is that this has already been
said to me by a God who knows all the absolute worst things about me and yet
still loves me intimately. I have a God
that chooses me and loves me no matter if I’m at my best or worst.
I don’t really want to get married. I just want to be unconditionally loved. With God, I am. In Christ, we are. When will this be enough?
