Miracles and celebrations
I remember talking with her back when we were in high school as she thought about who would walk her down the isle- whenever that day came. Which of course seemed so far away at the time. But it came. Those church doors opened and every eye turned to see her radiant face and delicate lace white dress as her dad's brother walked her down the isle. The vows were taken, rings exchanges, and kisses given. And then there was a grand celebration. As she slowly spun around on the dance floor under the twinkling lights with several father-figures in her life in lieu of the traditional father- daughter dance, I could only think about how faithful God is. About how He can take anything and make good. About how beautiful it is to see friends that come to follow Jesus and then to see how their journey unfolds over the years. About friends who saw me come to follow Jesus. I stood off to the side with my husband surrounded by long time friends from high school and thought about each of t...