It’s been many months since that blissful (I mean nerve-wracking?) day. It seems like eons ago...the preparations, the family, the friends, walking down the aisle. That day, our wedding day, was a special day. It was a day of a lot of firsts. It was a day of a lot of change. But it was a good day, a special day, marrying the man I loved in front of so many people I loved. But that day wasn’t the happiest day of my life. A happier day had to come first.
The happiest day of my life is a day I actually don’t remember, the day I accepted Jesus as my Savior. The day I accepted Jesus was the day I changed from old to new. The day I accepted Jesus was the day I traded this temporal life for eternal life. The day I accepted Jesus was when the Holy Spirit filled me.
I wouldn't have met my husband had I not known Jesus. We wouldn't have been able to make the commitment of marriage without the model of Christ's love for the church. I wouldn't be able to keep on keeping on in the hard days of marriage without the conviction and power of the Holy Spirit.
My wedding day wasn't the happiest day of my life. But since marriage images Christ and the church, I’d say that my wedding day was the second happiest day of my life. My wedding day gave me a chance to participate in Christ in His glory and glorification here on this earth, and that's pretty awesome.
No comments:
Post a Comment