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Post Wedding Fatigue

October 15, 2013

WORDS FROM W.W.                                                       October 14, 2013

 

 

Weddings are more exhausting than NCAA Final Fours or early morning Black Friday in front of Best Buy. Today…two days after my daughter’s wedding…I’m drained! I have a “countdown until bedtime” going on my smart phone.

There may not be a single spiritual nugget in this blog, because I’m not processing clearly. The letters on the keyboard are rrrruuuunnnniiinnnggggg together! The Starbucks Ethiopian Dark Roast has run it’s course. Thirty ounces was not enough!

Weddings are points of light that stand out. You realize that your child has grown up. You remember the years…the smile before her first day of kindergarten with two teeth missing…the time that Jake Wassner hit her in the head with a rock…kicking the For Sale sign over in front of our house in Mason, Michigan…the sparkle of being one of the Homecoming attendants…meeting Mike Terveen for the first time…college graduation…counseling kids at middle school camp…Skyping with us last Christmas as we opened presents…Papaw Wolfe giving her the diamond bracelet he bought for my mom on their 60th anniversary, and having a box of tissues ready for Lizi right after that.

Weddings are moments of looking back and looking ahead. They are time of realizing that she is no longer our little girl…and being deeply proud of who she has become.

And now I’m toasted!

So is our bank account….but it’s okay! Years from now she will look back, as well as everyone who was there, and there will be smiles. She will remember it as being a blessed day, a time she will not forget. We will remember it as a day in which we realized how blessed we are.

Father of the Bride Reservations

September 27, 2013

WORDS FROM W.W.                                                   September 27, 2013

 

 

     Fifteen days until my youngest daughter’s wedding! We’re shifting into wedding gear tonight. that’s like Nascar drivers entering into the final lap. There is a reckless abandon as we take the engines to their limit.

For us that means cleaning a couple of rooms at the house tonight. I have to clean my home study! That’s about as appealing as gargling Geritol!

Garage vacuuming is on the horizon. Cleaning the outdoor grill will soon be upon me…even though we won’t be using it.

A wedding is an event, kind of like our own Super Bowl festivities without the commercials…or the football game.

On October 12 at 4:45 (estimated) I’ll walk my baby down the aisle to be wedded to Mike Terveen. I’m happy…and reluctant at the same time. She has been ours for twenty-five years. We remember when she was born at Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. We remember her first day of school…missing two front teeth as she smiled. We remembered when she was eating at a Pizza Hut and she was totally unaware that  a piece of sausage was stuck to her right cheek. We remember when she was on the Homecoming Court at Liberty High School, and when we dropped her off at college seven hundred miles away from home and considered relocating just off campus!

We also remember when she introduced us to Mike, and we could tell that she was smitten. The next few years included break-ups, sorting out differences, solidifying the relationship, and then a ring. Mike called me to ask my permission to pop the question. I appreciated that.

As I consider “the walk” in two weeks I am even more amazed that God would give up his son for people like me. Just as I have reservations about giving the hand of my daughter to the man she will journey on with, I can’t imagine that our Heavenly Father didn’t have any reservations about handing his child over to those who would put him to death.

Some might accuse me of distorted theology, but for me to view God as a totally willing participant is to make him into an insensitive, stoic deity. It had to have grieved him more than anything else. As Jesus struggled to Golgotha under the weight of the sin of the world his father must have struggled in some way.

Giving my daughter in marriage to the man she loves is simply a transition point for me. It’s a celebration even as I display eyes that are red. But imagine God giving his son up, not because of a celebration, but because of a death sentence. What depth of love for us does that convey?

This is my baby that I walk down the aisle, but this was God’s Only!

Amazing love!