For quite some time seeing wedding dresses and bouquets and such preparations was a bittersweet sight.
I often fall under the lie that I’ll never find someone I can love enough to be excited to spend the rest of my life with. Running parallel to that lie is the one saying no one will ever feel that of me.
Now I see such sights and think of my bridegroom. My Lord. He’s proposed- I’ve accepted. He’s preparing a place for me, and I’m dressing myself in white, as I wait for the music for which to walk down the aisle.
The world might think I’m insane and outdated, but I know that He looks down at me and smiles in delight.