Bigger Things

Don't get me wrong.

Weddings are big.  They mark a significant life change.  My wedding is coming up in 12 days.

So much has happened during the last six months.  People I thought would be there on my big day won't be.   There are many new friends that will be there.  It may rain.  It may be a whopping 98 degrees.  I wanted a 50-person wedding.  Instead we're at a headcount of 125.

What I'm trying to say is, the day isn't turning out like I planned.  And, actually, I don't know how it will turn out.  And it really doesn't matter.  As long as the day ends with me being married to Trace, the weather can do whatever it wants, no one can show up, and I will still smile.  I will still smile, because he'll be my husband.

This is not to sound ungrateful or bitter, so if you're reading it that way, please know I don't mean it as it sounds.  I never spent my life planning my wedding.  It's never been about the production for me.  It's been about the man.  All else is an added bonus.  It's all about perspective.

Last Thursday, I was getting my third fitting for my wedding dress.  Last Thursday, there was a killing at Seattle Pacific University.

It's always struck me how crazy it is how moments in time can be so different.  That different people can be experiencing so many different things at any given moment.

I pray for the young man who lost his life last Thursday.  It seems unfair that as this new chapter begins in my life that another's life should end.

Only God knows.