Mau-edge brings us togever

Mau-edge is what bwings us togever today.  That bwessed dweam above all dweams.

6 months of preparation, a church wedding, professional photographer, restaurant food, expensive cake, DJ, hall rented, 4 attendants on each side.

A quick decision, backyard wedding, photos snapped with a phone, homemade refreshments, a few friends and family gathered to celebrate at home, a single friend on each side.

So what is the real issue?  Both couples are happily married.  Neither is saddled with a wedding debt.  Both sets of parents are tired but proud of their children.  Both brides were beautifully attired.  Both grooms were enthralled with their beauties.

What will they remember?  What will they forget?  What will they endure?  How will they endure?  Mama and daddy pray for their happiness and success.  Mama and daddy pray for their happiness and success.

I am old.  It is evident in the pictures.  I wore myself out.  It is evident in the pictures.  I was personally unprepared.  It is evident in the pictures.  As I look at them, I see the joy and the love.  They are sweet; they are sad.  There are things that time, no doubt, will erase and other things time will amplify.  When you are a moving target, you can pull it off.  But the camera freezes action, moments, states of being, lumps, droops and disfiguration.  People think cameras don’t lie, but they do.  I see it all the time.  I teach people that when they are using photographs as resource.  So why could not the camera have lied just a little bit in my favor?

Looking though it now from 2 weeks out, there are winces.  But there are smiles.  I can overlook the bride’s mother for the love and joy that existed in about every corner.  I see the things that were missed or wrong.  I remember the scramble to get it in place and fixed.  I see the not quite.  But I see the so right.

It is all a part of the process, the human frailty, the divine provision.  The mind works to explain.  The heart works to accept.  Moments of anger or frustration are replaced with the sweetness.  Some things still incite emotional discomfort.  But hopefully even those will take their place in the good with time.

What was learned, in a practical sense, will probably never serve us well, for with the grace of God, there will never be a need.  I am old.  I shall never pass this way again.  I knew that going in.  I knew that coming out.  I don’t even know if I could have done it differently.  I don’t know that it really matters when all is considered. 

And yet it does teach us.  It reveals the sweet imperfection of our dreams; it shows us our inner flaws and failures.  It woos us to the Father of all.  It links us to age old questions.  It requires acceptance, humility, grace and a sense of humor.

Mau-edge is what bwings us togever today.  That bwessed dweam above all dweams.