Maid of Honor
As of last night I am the maid of honor.....for my best friend from highschool. She's known OF him for almost 3 months. They've been dating for almost one. The wedding's in December! How do I feel about this? I'm not quite sure I've had time to figure that out. God works in strange and mysterious ways.....this could very well be one of those, yet it has me thrown into a strange place. My promised companion in the retirement home (we always teased each other about growing old together as single women and retiring from a retirement home before anyone would take the initiative to pursue us.) must now be given away to a man I barely know....to man SHE barely knows (at least it would seem that way by my standards).
I'm too tired to think, but I certainly can feel. Drained, strained, and look, here I am complaining about the caring for others I've done today. Tomorrow is a day of rest, of confession, of prayer, of teaching, of listening. Thank you Lord! I look forward to what you speak through your word.
posted by Dinner Woman @ 10:48 PM
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oh, I just have to comment. It really isn't the age (or time in this case), it's the miles!!
I had wanted to get married for a number of years knowing full well God would find the right one. Earlier, I searched for Mr. Right and struck out (quite badly I might add).
God told me to strive to be Mrs. Right and He'd take care of the rest. Like God could take care of...oh, wait...
So without looking for anything, I happened to meet a man at church through friends. It was March 14th. I didn't see him again until I was invited to a party a week later by same mutual friends...it turned out to be his b-day party.
From then on we were inseparable. We got engaged May 14th just weeks later and married Aug. 7th that same year.
That was over 12 years ago.
Everyday to me is God-sent, full of love and a lot of work. (I still like and love him!! LOL!) The years have also produced 4 children. I really couldn't have special ordered a better leader, father and hubby for our family.
The most amazing thing about it is that we had gone to the same church for over 4 years. Makes us wonder with amazement but I'm a testament to the fact that God's timing isn't our own.
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