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First Wedding Flounders


The past weekend, I officiated my first wedding.   Kinda...  A beautiful couple.  Amazing parents.  Grandmothers who teared up like Grandmas do.  Little nieces and nephews and family and friends.

My husband tells me that outside weddings are hard to do.  It was outside.  Nebraska wind making our hair take off and blowing my cheat cards around.  The sun was going down just in time to blind the bride at the alter. 

Doing a wedding on the fly is hard, my husband said.  I loved that it was out of the box and unique.  Little time to rehearse as the family didn't get in until late the night before.  Practice was rushed in order to get to the hair stylist.

And I, being the orator that I am, laughed hysterically with my husband later.  I explained that I really think I messed up.  When I meant to say was, "You want to marry someone you can't live without and not just someone you can live with."  What I said was, "You want to marry someone you can't live with."  This was confirmed recently by a friend in attendance!

She also swears I said, "Awfully wedding" during one of the vows.  I hope not!!!!!

I did have the opportunity to share with them the personal and real God who wants to be the center of their marriage and their lives.  The weight of commitment and the beauty of romance!

It is a good thing that God established marriages.  Weddings are uniquely ours.  





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