In midst of listening to Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring, I was over on the YLCF, reading some excellent reposted articles for single ladies on love and trusting God. Excellent stuff, about beauty, expectations vs. ideals, patience, and God's perfect faithfulness to give us the "no"s that will actually turn out to our greater joy.
Good stuff. I am so weak, but He is strong.
The fact of the matter is that the only way to true peace with regard to our future mate is by way of an age-old path called surrender. In fact, it’s the only way to true peace about anything. And the more comfortable we are with that idea, I believe, the happier we are in this life. We sometimes think of surrender as a last resort, an arms-folded acceptance of an unpleasant situation, rather than the gateway to all the delights our Father’s blessing and joy.
~ Lanier ~
Surrender. Not mournful, but eagerly expecting good things from my Father. That's what I need and am praying for.
In other news, my brother Sam (the best man... in many ways, thinks this adoring sister ;-) ) drove down last night from Iowa- hurrah! Dear quiet Sam, friends with jolly Aaron since they were nine years old. I still haven't seen him yet - he's hanging out with the bride's family, and Joy and Aaron (or "Jaron," as the about-to-become-one-person is being affectionately called, hehe!) It's funny seeing the confused wildness that happens even with a small wedding, with friends coming from all over, and families galore, and pennies pinched and rehearsal dinners hand-decorated....
"The brisket in the borrowed freezer needs to come out to thaw!"
"Don't forget the black pants!"
(playing with kids at the park) "Wait, Ethan, you probably shouldn't be eating sand."
"Ellie, you like gnawing that lotion bottle, don't you?"
"Emmie, how did you manage to fall down again?"
"Can you add something to the lists for Wal-Mart and Sam's?"
It hasn't been all stress, though. Not with these folks. :-) Earlier we three "big girls" did have time to play with the littles in water. It was an amazing fountain at the park, designed flat and slanting into drains, so it barely holds water. But it shoots out these sporadic streams of water, so the adventure is to run through and try to not get wet... A few of us didn't dodge in time, but then, getting splashed is fun too. ;-)
Farmington is lovely. It's a pretty little edge-of-the-mountains sort of town, with enough hills to be pretty but not block the huge sky.We listened to the new Andrew Peterson CD about five times driving up from Albuquerque, across the rolling hills, and last night in the pouring rain as we drove around town running errands.
This is a very odd post. But ah well. :-) I think we're about to head off to the next thing soon, so I should wrap this up. Dress rehearsal this afternoon, then the rehearsal dinner, then tomorrow the two giddiest people in the world will share their first kiss and head off to their secret honeymoon destination "somewhere in Colorado."
They're about to go dancing in the minefield, and sailing in the storm. :-) May the Lord bless their new family with greater things than they can imagine.
(picture added August 24, 2010)