I went to a wedding today. I and my little family, live-in nanny included.
We had a grand time. ‘Twas a good ceremony, good food, good laughter. A celebration.
But whenever I’m at a wedding, and I see the bride and groom looking all young and happy and naive, I can’t help but smirk. I smirk because I was there once. I smirk because I know a wedding is a world of difference from a marriage. Because being a couple is a world of difference from being a family. This is not to say I’m bitter. It is to say I’m honest.
Somewhere, somehow, deep down, I know that weddings serve a purpose. A godly purpose. Marriages serve a purpose. And by God, even children serve a purpose. Just read Proverbs 18:22, Psalm 172-173, Revelation 19:6-10. May I not forget.