One Week More

The boxes are packed, the RSVPs have been received, and there are just a few details left… well, more than a few, but that is what delegation is for.

One more week…

One more week of sisters laughing and squealing when I’m trying to sleep.

Another week of wedding details and dress checking and writing down every person and every gift…

One more week until it all calms down, but I won’t be here.

Isn’t that a strange thought? I won’t be cleaning up plates and piling gifts into someones car at the end of next Saturday.

It’s my turn to wear white and confess my love and commitment in front of the hundreds gathered to witnesses it.

M and I will begin our life long journey together, a reflection of the relationship with Christ we both have.

It makes me think of an old story where a rabbit is loved by a child and the rabbit helps the child live. If toys talked,

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Being Real to another, through life’s struggles and hurts, and the flaws and pains each of us carry.

One more week,

-W

 

 

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