I can only blog from my perspective and this girl has been in a state of trauma this past week. They say there is always a “let down” for all involved in the planning of a wedding. I can say my let down began when we exited the church last Saturday to a down pour of 3 inches of rain in an hour. I know you’ve all been there. You’ve planned an event and had a vision of how it would play out. I had visions of Lori’s cookies and fancy cupcakes dancing in my head. Moonlight dancing under the beautiful lighted canopy constructed from saplings by our son’s now father-in-law. Etceteraaaa. Etceteraaaa. You name it. We had it figured out.
SOO many beautiful flowers put together very thoughtfully by sisters.
The ceremony was spectacular. I felt a peace and calm from the whole congregation. I could have sat there the entire day. THEN…….
We arrived at our house where the reception was to be held.
Flashflooding
It wasn’t a bad deal if you didn’t mind swimming with moles, voles, snakes and near extinct turtles.
Oh, and adding the wet/dry vac activity to the agenda so all the people could suck the water and mud out of their cars.
Every vision and plan was thrown by the wayside in a matter of 30 minutes. In my head, I just wanted to go to bed and hide from what my eyes were looking at.
The great thing was that I didn’t meet a person all day that did not have a great sense of humor and many thought it only added to the festive atmosphere. “Really?” I kept saying. One gal came up and said, “I LOVE rain at weddings. It means that God is washing over the couple with many blessings!” That quote was my life-preserver that day. No pun intended.
The bride and groom, along with all of their friends, had a ball. I think they were a little dumbstruck, as we were, but I think age was on their side considering it has taken me a week to stop staring out the window paralyzed.
I had to bat myself on the head midweek finally. I was so fixated on all the wasn’t and should have been. What about the mountain of blessings that took place? What about the killer ceremony that took place that united my son to Emily forever. They are now one. What about the fact that Eric and Emily’s faith in God is growing? What about the weekend of huge fun (and challenge) with our new in-laws that are just awesome? They came three days early and worked their tails off with us and stayed three days after and worked their tails off. What about all the people who were here that obviously care so much for us? What about all the people, many of whom I do not know, that pitched in and helped out when they saw we so desperately needed their help that day? That blew my mind.
I was working in my studio yesterday when I felt God speak to me. I love when that happens. Sometimes it is clear and wonderful. (wonderful doesn’t mean warm and cozy. Many times it is “oh no” wonderful. It’s wonderful cuz I actually hear when He is speaking) He said, “What makes you think that what you had planned was what was supposed to happen? What makes you think it was the right thing?” Ouch. But, you know what? It was a relief to hear that. Took the pressure off. So I said back, ” Yeah. What made me think? Forgit that, man.”
God bless,
Karen
The Shieling 