I had a dream last night of my wedding day. Everyone was there, the bridesmaids had walked down the aisle. I was in a black halter dress for some reason. Which just goes to show you how unrealistic this wedding was, because no way am I wearing a black dress as my wedding gown...
Anyways, the ladies had walked down the aisle. I'm there, ready to go down the aisle and my soon-to-be-husband is gone. Not gone to war, not dead, both of which I could live with. Nope, he changed his mind and decided he didn't want to marry me. He didn't tell me this, no one had to tell me. I just knew. (Dreams are like that. You know the reasoning behind someones actions without being shown or told what it is.) I wake up this morning crying. Which is weird. Why would I cry over an imaginary wedding day with an imaginary groom calling it quits before we even started our lives together?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not cynical about my wedding day. That day is not something I take notes about and frankly, this is the first dream I can remember having about it. As for the eternal question of lots Christian ladies, will I be a wife? My opinion on it? I don't care. God has me hook line and sinker. If one of these days He decides I'll make one-half of a pair, that's cool. You know what's cool about my life right now? I get tons and tons of opportunities to take care of people around me every day that frankly would become less of a priority if I was attached to a boy who loves Jesus. So I soak it in, or try to anyway. Husbands? Cooking? Babies? Maybe one day. There's too many other important things going on in this world to worry about that stuff. We live in a broken world and we get to tell others about the One who can heal it and them. Hopefully I take advantage of those daily opportunities He gives me to do just that...
But waking up crying was a little weird... Must have been something I ate...
Anyways, the ladies had walked down the aisle. I'm there, ready to go down the aisle and my soon-to-be-husband is gone. Not gone to war, not dead, both of which I could live with. Nope, he changed his mind and decided he didn't want to marry me. He didn't tell me this, no one had to tell me. I just knew. (Dreams are like that. You know the reasoning behind someones actions without being shown or told what it is.) I wake up this morning crying. Which is weird. Why would I cry over an imaginary wedding day with an imaginary groom calling it quits before we even started our lives together?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not cynical about my wedding day. That day is not something I take notes about and frankly, this is the first dream I can remember having about it. As for the eternal question of lots Christian ladies, will I be a wife? My opinion on it? I don't care. God has me hook line and sinker. If one of these days He decides I'll make one-half of a pair, that's cool. You know what's cool about my life right now? I get tons and tons of opportunities to take care of people around me every day that frankly would become less of a priority if I was attached to a boy who loves Jesus. So I soak it in, or try to anyway. Husbands? Cooking? Babies? Maybe one day. There's too many other important things going on in this world to worry about that stuff. We live in a broken world and we get to tell others about the One who can heal it and them. Hopefully I take advantage of those daily opportunities He gives me to do just that...
But waking up crying was a little weird... Must have been something I ate...
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