My heart is a bit heavy today. Heavy with a mixture of joy and sorrow sort of swirling together the way I stir my chocolate syrup into my ice cream. It's a good thing. Sorrow can be good, you know. So healing and cleansing.
A young couple who are so very dear to me (and once to tdub) are getting married today. I was supposed to help with many of the wedding preparations this week but a stomach flu has had me down and out of school for the past three days. It may have been God's way, for as the time draws closer to the wedding I feel my heart rising. It is at my throat now and I imagine it will be raining from my eyes as I watch what is sure to be one of the most beautiful ceremonies ever conducted in our church building this evening.
But it won't be the creative and unique ways in which I'm certain the church will be decorated; it won't be the bride's dress, although I can't WAIT to see it; the wedding cake assembled from petit fours in a way we've never seen or imagined; or even the giant white Chinese lanterns that will transform a gymnasium into a ballroom fit enough for Cinderella: these things will serve their purpose and provide the setting for the magic and the memory that will sweeten over time and across distance as the happy twosome begin their new life together in California.
It's the choice. The choice they are making to love one another. Come what may. They will wake up every day, and again, choose to love. And, when it's most difficult, when they don't feel like it, don't want to, and are at a point where it seems like it just doesn't matter and there's really no reason to care; they will choose, again, to love. It's not a human sort of thing to do. To love this way. Many do it, and continue to do it, who've never cracked a Bible or professed a belief in either God or Christ. And yet, this is the most Christ-like thing of all. To keep loving. To give until there is nothing left, and then give some more.
I have no idea how folks who don't profess Christ do it. I do know, that for the Christian, this sort of love comes from knowing that you are valuable to God. And because you are valuable to him, and lovely and loveable to him, it is possible to continue to choose to love others, and particularly your mate. Come what may.
Love is a choice.
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