Vintage Bridal Shower

Extravagance – that is what one prayed Sarah would receive from Father – the desire of His heart to lavish on her extravagant love.  And every moment spent over burlap runner sewing on trim, every wildflower picked in scratchy field, every stroke of brush applying paint to canvas was understood to be union with Him in lavishing love on His precious daughter(s).  On Sarah – and yes, on Terry and on Charlcie, as they united their hearts with His in pouring out to bless, to value, to communicate love of heaven in tiny measure.

Sarah and I

Sarah and daughter Charlcie

He showered His lovely ones both in the preparations, in the uniting of efforts, and in the laying out of a sweet feast under twinkling lights with tables hosting vintage pretties from all over the world.  Much was borrowed from another time and from bridesmaid’s and sister’s homes – old windows and doors, small leather bound books with yellowed leaves, candelabra abloom with rusting flowers, Morrocan treasures brought home by missionaries, set among flowers of the field in jewel-filled jars.  There in the sun’s afterglow, crystals split light into diamond fragments, and tissue roses swayed happy in the trees.  Torches burned chasing night and all that would distract away.  Glory filled, and spilled from Sarah sitting beneath spangled tree opening gifts.  Her face glowing under soft light, seated bride in Bentwood cradle, being loved by God.  She looked exquisite, pregnant with His love.  I stole many a glance between low lying branches as she pulled from the trunk gift after gift, and gave thanks.  Eucharisteo!!  And His joy was hers, and was mine also– communion at foot of tree.  Seems to be a favorite trysting place for the Lord and me!!

 

Sarah and daughter Lori

Sarah, Abby, Jessica, and Leah

Then I heard Him say, pour out my heart in human language -- pray.  Let her know how taken I am with her, how her hungry heart melts Mine, how her upturned face lights night sky, and takes my breath away.  Plant seeds of hope in her concerning the future I’ve planned as she joins her life to Al’s, and a cord of three strands is formed to change the world forever.  Tell her to fall on Me, into My Great Arms, in this season of preparation, that I might make My little bride ready, ready for union.  Tell her there will be many surprises, small tokens of My love that to her will seem straight off the pages of fairy tales, romantic and sweet.  For that is My heart, my veiled passion for her she sees in handmade things, in desserts dripping sweet, in lights and music, in summer breeze kissing her face.  How very taken I am with her!!!

Romanced in His Shadow,

His Beautiful Bride(s)




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