Best Days Ever

As I sat in church this morning, I just had to close my eyes and hang my head and sigh. My heart is full. Days ever.

I sat and watched a precious new sister get baptized. Two weeks ago, I had the honor and privilege of talking with her. She wanted a relationship with Jesus. We prayed together and tears of peace flowed down her cheeks. I am thankful for those who had come before me and obviously spoke words of life and Jesus to her. I just got to play clean up. I told her that this was wedding week, and that I would always remember this moment. It was only fitting that today, one week after the wedding, was her baptism.

Best days ever.

As the wedding approached that week, I knew I couldn’t slow it down. The family started arriving in town. What fun it was to have all my nieces and my nephew in one town at the same time.

Best days ever.

At the rehearsal dinner, I was finally about to tell Rachel that since she was born, I have prayed for her man to come along. When I first met him, I knew he was the one. God gently spoke, “You’ve just met your future son-in-law.” I saved this nugget until the wedding day.

Best days ever.

The night before she would be wed, at her request, Hannah, Robert and I would spend the night at Rachel’s house. It got late, so Robert played out on us, but never do the girls play out. And, well, after I really couldn’t go another step, I laid down, leaving the door to my bedroom open.

Rachel: “Hannah, do you have the rings?”

Hannah: “They are in my purse.”

I fell asleep smiling, literally passing out.

Best days ever.

As the girls and I gathered in our dresses, prior to the wedding, we huddled and I prayed. “Let’s just breathe…”, I said and thanked God for this day. When we lined up to go into the sanctuary, I grabbed Robert’s arm, and stuck out my hand behind me. Hannah, who was right behind us to walk in with her escort, grabbed my hand. I walked slowly to the door, knowing that this moment wouldn’t last.

Best days ever.

As I watched each bridesmaid take their places on the steps in the sanctuary, I couldn’t help but think, “When did Hannah grow up?” “Let the King of my heart be the mountain where I run, the fountain I drink from, oh, He is my song…”, she sang. “You are good…”

He is good, so good.

Our precious Angel

Our junior bridesmaid Angel looked exactly like that, an angel. “She could be a model,” my brother said. Getting to spend days with her in and of itself was a treasure.

Best days ever.

And we danced. One precious gentleman, who is also a testament to God’s favor and Sovereignty, told me that it did him good to see a preacher’s wife dance, celebrating this marriage.

Rachel danced with her dad to the theme from “Beauty and the Beast”. This was their favorite movie to act out when she was little. No dry eyes in the house.

Dancing together for 28 years

My favorite dance was with my man. A slow dance, and I can’t remember the song, but it doesn’t matter. Rachel and I now share a wedding anniversary, twenty-eight years apart. I cried during that dance. God is so good.

Best days ever.

When they ran out to leave, running under the sparklers, they stopped at the end of the row of people. As Rachel looked back at us, she had added her fur stole to cover those chilly shoulders. Was I looking at Rachel or a princess? And away they went.

Best days ever.

When we arrived back at the hotel, we filled the lobby with family. It was a fun moment of laughing that will never come again.

But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19

Me too, Mary.

Best days ever.

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