The carpet was laid. Flowers were strewn all over it. The mood was festive. Love was in the air!
The bride, covered in her veil, marched. The groom met her at the altar. The couple held hands and faced the minister. The minister beamed a smile at the couple, took one step towards them, and with a huge smile in his face, spread out his arms, and squeezed the couple into a big hug. After about five seconds, he took a step back, gazed up at them, and overwhelmed with happiness came back to them with another hug. This time, the embrace was longer. And tighter.
Without a word, the minister stepped back one more time, and attempted to carry on with his duties. But as he lifted his eyes toward the couple, he just couldn't say a word. His joy was beyond words! Face radiant, once again he hugged the couple with all the love he could muster. Then he nodded his blessing. The wedding ceremony was over.
Wordless ceremony, it was. But it was more meaningful than any other sermon ever preached in any wedding. The love in the minister's eyes said it all.
The wedded couple, their love stronger than ever, went on to live their happy ever after life.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
One Year
Life is great. God is good! Can't complain about anything. My boys and I are in good health, and we continue to enjoy each other's company.
Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my special boys, hot tears still flush and sorrow still clutches my heart. I think of the days when she was here, when I had her to tell every detail of what happens with my Roo, when my dad still had that twinkle in his eyes. There are times it gets so hard to accept that she's gone that I have to shake myself to remember that. A part of me still want to believe she's just there at home. I still wish I can just pray and she will come back to life.
But like they say, this is life. We are here for a moment, then we're gone. That is precisely why I want to live each moment to the fullest. No telling when my time will come. Whenever that will be, I glory in the hope I have in Jesus--there's eternal life waiting for me at the end of this all. And there I will never have to say goodbye to any of my loved ones. No more parting there.
Oh what a day that will be!
Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my special boys, hot tears still flush and sorrow still clutches my heart. I think of the days when she was here, when I had her to tell every detail of what happens with my Roo, when my dad still had that twinkle in his eyes. There are times it gets so hard to accept that she's gone that I have to shake myself to remember that. A part of me still want to believe she's just there at home. I still wish I can just pray and she will come back to life.
But like they say, this is life. We are here for a moment, then we're gone. That is precisely why I want to live each moment to the fullest. No telling when my time will come. Whenever that will be, I glory in the hope I have in Jesus--there's eternal life waiting for me at the end of this all. And there I will never have to say goodbye to any of my loved ones. No more parting there.
Oh what a day that will be!
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