In one week, I'm getting married.
In some ways it still seems unreal, like I'm somehow disembodied and observing my life as a spectator. In other ways I feel more alive than ever before. Either way, it's really happening. It's really her - it's really me.
I won't bore you with all the planning and preparation details. As you know, a wedding is kind of a big deal, and it takes a lot of work. Sometimes it's difficult to keep the sacramental immensity of marriage in view amidst all the activity. It's so much more than rings and vows and candles and champagne - it's the highest institution of mortal love that we will ever experience.
This is not a drill. This is for life.
God has shown his faithfulness countless times over the last few months, even through my failures and clumsiness. For years I wondered how I would "know" who I'm supposed to marry, but I understand now the certainty that borders on awe. "This is the way, walk ye in it." Thank you, Lord.
Our plan is to build a small cottage here on my folks' property over the summer. While we build, we'll be living in a twenty-eight foot travel trailer, which Jessica has been making into a wonderful home with her remarkable womanly touch. (I know some of you are skeptical that anyone will ever be able to civilise me, but if anyone can do it, she can.)
We'll be leaving for a short honeymoon after the wedding. For the "real" honeymoon, we're planning to take a longer trip sometime later this year to England and Ireland, to celebrate history, literature, and the color green. If you've visited the British Isles, we'd love to hear any advice you have to share.
There's lots of things I've been wanting to write about. Right now I simply don't have enough time or concentration to spare. Hopefully I can return to the blog in a few weeks after some of the dust settles.
Thanks for reading and thanks for praying. Soli Deo Gloria.
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