Getting Married

Getting Married My friend set down beside me, she smiled and sighed. "My daughter is getting married." A mixture of emotions flashed... through my head, spread to my neck, and soon to the rest of my body. I wanted to bolt for the door, even the score and laugh until my breakfast milk, still inclusive of pieces of cereal, added and taken from the mornings meal... shot from my nose. I did none of the above. I held her hand, calm as I am, calm as I could be. I told her everything would be fine. I lied perhaps, not intentionally, but prayerfully, I prayed. I asked prompt forgiveness, for my sin, under my own breath, as not to cause panic. Let the couple remember, to speak kindly to each other. Let them always love beyond means. Let them know the value of their worth, together and with Him. Let him make a powerful head of house, a gentle, patient soul mate, ever ready to listen to the smallest thing. Let her richly remember that he is her family. Everything that is her, is them, and they are forever part of the branches in God's holy tree. Every blessing on their house, built upon the stone, His Stone, His Rock, His Power, His Grace, Embrace... My friend smiled, feeling better, as she too had been divorced. A tear fell... and we said nothing more. Except to make out, the invitations.