Well guys, here we are.
My sweet sister is getting married tomorrow.
I can’t really believe it.
I pray that as she slips into that white dress she’ll take a second to stop and look in the mirror.
She’ll look beautiful, but I pray she sees more than that. I pray that it will bring joy to her heart to see herself covered in white as she remembers that she’s been washed, purified by the blood of Jesus.
I pray that she’ll remember she has been made beautiful, not by makeup or material, but by the life and death of our God.
I pray that as she walk down the aisle she will take a moment to be distracted from her sweet fiance and think about her eternal bridegroom. I pray her mind will wander for a minute to that day when Christ’s bride will walk a very different aisle one day.
I pray that as she listens to the vows and makes a covenant she remembers the covenant you made with your people:
For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, declares the Lord: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts. And I will be their God, and they shall be my people. And no longer shall each one teach his neighbor and each his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the Lord. For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more. (Jeremiah 31:31-34, ESV)
I pray that as she promises her sweet finance things and listens to him make promises to her, she would remember all the promises You have made. You’re better at promises than we will ever be. I pray she’ll remember the promise that You will never leave us, never forsake us, always love us.
I pray she’ll hear you tell her the truth:
No matter how she fails, You will always stand ready to restore.
No matter how unfaithful she is, You will always be faithful.
No matter how she abandons You, You will always come for her and always find her.
I pray that as she takes communion, all the pressure of the day will fade away, and she will find herself in a garden with you 2000 years ago; that night that You lifted high the bread and wine. I pray you will remind her that your broken body sustains her and your blood is her life.
I pray that as she takes a new name she will remember how it points to the new name we are given by you:
To the one who conquers I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone, with a new name written on the stone that no one knows except the one who receives it.
I pray that as she turns and faces her family and friends she would remember that she has been given a new family in You.
I know how hard it can be to do this life without brothers and sisters. I ask you for miracles. I ask You that one day, very soon, she will know enough brothers and sisters to fill that room; friends who can remind her of all this metaphor of marriage represents.
I pray that as she sees her pig, dressed in a tuxedo running down the aisle, she will remember that You created Oliver because you love her and it brings you such joy to watch her delight in him.
Father, I love her so much that it hurts. I don’t know how you handle it: all the love You have for her.
Thank you for giving her to me.
Please, for her joy, show up in power tomorrow; reveal the greatness of your glorious Gospel through this ceremony to those who have eyes to see.
Let her see You tomorrow.