Well, I have one wedding down, one more to go.
May 16th, the date of our son's wedding, flew by faster than you can say "I Do!" And there I was sitting in that pew, holding my husband's hand, watching my son take hold of his bride's hand and say those words and put that ring on her finger and thinking "this can't be happening."
How did 22 years go by so quickly? I want those 22 years back.
But God made time to move forward, and He wants us to move forward with it.
But sometimes we don't want to move forward.
Cause forward is tough.
Because this next wedding is even harder. This next wedding, four weeks from this Saturday, is my baby girl. And that baby girl is going to walk down that aisle and say those words and smile and be so very happy, and move 1,050 miles away.
And my heart screams "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And yet when I cry out to God and ask "why does my daughter have to live so far away?" He whispers "trust Me."
When I stomp my feet and say "this isn't my plan for her life, I want her living here" He whispers "trust Me."
Sometimes God has to drag me forward kicking and screaming when all He wants is for me to Trust Him.
Matthew 11:28 says "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
And so I grasp for His peace and His rest. And I'm not gonna lie, it's still hard.
But thank the Lord He is still working on my heart, teaching me to trust Him. Teaching me to let go and let Him be God. Teaching me to be able to say God, not my will, but Your will be done. And oh my is it tough. But it is necessary.
"Jesus, Jesus how I trust Him, How I've proved Him o'er and o'er.
Jesus, Jesus precious Jesus, oh for grace to Trust Him more."