A day to remember

A month ago i got married.

Boy has it been a turmoil of events, laughing, crying... sometimes yelling i'll admit. I definitely became a person i did not know... It was strange it seems the days before your wedding you really are floating on a cloud, you don't know whether you are happy, sad, crazy or just sleep deprived.

Its amazing how much planning goes into one event, absolutely insane i would say! You plan, plan, and plan and in the end does it really matter. Well it does in some ways because you want your day to scream you, and yet thats not what it is about.

I guess Weddings, Christmas and Easter have all become this way. These times that the Lord created for us to celebrate, to celebrate our union as two people becoming one, to celebrate His birth, to celebrate his death and resurrection. Yet somewhere along the line we hallmarked it, it became just about us and not about the Lord. We have lost the essence of it all. I have always known this when it came to Christmas but my wedding, i never really thought about it.

The white dress, my purity not just sexually but pure in the Lord, my pure relationship with Him! walking towards my husband with my father and significant of so much more than just walking down the aisle.

All this to say, i am thankful i had my head screwed on enough to just enjoy my day, but to look back and be reminded of the significance of it all.

I have been wishing that i could have my day again, just so i can re-live it! Not because anything was wrong with it, it was absolutely perfect, but just because i was so exhausted i feel like i missed alot of it.

However what does that matter, the Lord brought us together and under Him we are one, who cares what the flowers looked like or if it rained or not... or anything like that. It is that we were married under God! Everyone told me, just enjoy your day it goes by so fast... but thats just it it never was "my" day it was the Lords day. God brought us together and it will be forever that way... it was all about Him not us... and that is something to remember

Movin again

Tomorrow i pack up my life with my new husband Adam-Leigh and we move to Chicago. It seems odd as i have already been there for a year already, but i finally feel like i am where i'm supposed to be...

Here let me explain a little more.

Adam and i were engaged a year ago and promptly after that i was shipped to Chicago to go to Bible college. I absolutely loved my experience there and learnt so much. However although both Adam and i knew we were where we needed to be i still often felt alone.

In my head i knew my Savior was enough for me, that he would be my all, my comfort and my strength and He was. Yet every night when i went to bed i couldn't help feeling alone... every time i packed to go somewhere i did it alone...

Moving was never fun, until now...

Tomorrow i get to move into a home that will be my home, our home, a place of joy and laughter and place of comfort a tears.. a place that we get to center around and come back to after trips.

I always knew that my Lord was enough, and i knew that i never was truly alone, but i am excited that i get to share my life with the man i love.

Although God is enough, i am thankful that He gave me Adam, that we will live life together.

I feel now like i can truly accomplish what i am supposed to accomplish with my love by my side.

I used to think this was wrong, that another person doesn't complete you, that i am an independent woman of God who needs no-one. And that is true in a sense, but i have realised that now more than ever i can be that woman i am supposed to be, that this was the Lord's plan all along.

Now i get to move again and not do it alone... the best moving time ever!