So… 5 weeks from today I will be waking up to decorate and prepare for a rehearsal dinner.
No one could believe we were really going to try to plan a wedding in 7 weeks, but we’ve made good progress down several giant checklists and while I can feel that there is still a lot to do, I couldn’t be happier about our short(er) engagement. I pick up my dress this afternoon and then after work we’re picking out wedding rings and deciding on flowers.
In 36 days I will be Mrs. David Andre.
Someone pinch me. 🙂
Yesterday was a good one… toilet and sink got installed downstairs (thanks to brother Ben) and the upstairs got primed and painted. I spoke with the electrician and I got a estimate on the trim. I hired someone else to do the tiling this weekend so we can do wedding stuff instead. Upper cabinets are ordered and today I will finalize the carpet and granite installations.
After a year of gutting and remodeling, the idea of actually living in the house had started to feel like a mirage. Even when we got closer and projects were finished, it felt like moving was still forever away. Well, now its weeks… probably only two weeks. And then I will get to fuss over the stuff I really want to… like rugs and painting and window dressings and vases.
Last evening Cohen “helped” Aunt Debbie paint for a little while in my bedroom. He wielded the brush like a pro and kept drawing people on the wall and then covering them up and then giggling. I took him home looking like smurf from his painting adventure. I scrubbed the paint off of his nose and fingers and toes, while he told me all kinds of stories about what his bedroom is going to be like. Then I got in the shower and scrubbed the primer I had spent the afternoon applying off of my nose and my fingers and my toes (apparently Cohen gets his painting “skills” from his mama- ha!) and I dreamed a little about what life is going to be like in that house on the northeast end of town.
David arrived at 8p having had a longer day at work due to a project he wanted to finish. We talked about wedding ideas, finalized weekend plans, did ear candles (yes its true), and decided on our honeymoon location and room and airfare. It was a pretty typical evening (minus the ear candles- I’d hate for you to think I have some strange obsessive compulsive disorder about de-waxing my ears *grin*). We didn’t eat anything special or having anything planned. When he got there I was already in sweatpants and a tank top and Cohen was in his pj’s. We talked through some to-do’s and details, but had no seriously enlightening conversation.
But you know what? It was a wonderful evening.
Sometimes I cannot wrap my mind around where my life has been in recent history to where it is now. Sometimes I want to stop the people around me and say, “Hey this is my life, isn’t it?” Sometimes I find myself praying that it is all real and that God will not let any “other shoe” drop… heck, sometimes I really do want to pinch myself.
But this is my life and I really don’t have to keep waiting for things to fall apart anymore.
Thank you, God. Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU.
While my heart woke up brimming with thankfulness, my Spirit began to recite a familiar psalm of David.
THE LORD is my Shepherd [to feed, guide, and shield me], I shall not lack.
He makes me lie down in [fresh, tender] green pastures; He leads me beside the still and restful waters.
He refreshes and restores my life (my self); He leads me in the paths of righteousness [uprightness and right standing with Him–not for my earning it, but] for His name’s sake.
Yes, though I walk through the [deep, sunless] valley of the shadow of death, I will fear or dread no evil, for You are with me; Your rod [to protect] and Your staff [to guide], they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my [brimming] cup runs over.
Surely or only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love shall follow me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days the house of the Lord [and His presence] shall be my dwelling place. [Psalm 23]
Though this is David’s story of how God was to him, it is also my story of how God has been and continues to be with me. In the last 3 years in particular I have walked through valleys so deep at times it felt like the sun had ceased to exist. I found myself often stumbling through the narrow passage ways, praying for an end to tunnel; begging God for a glimmer of light and hope. And even when I didn’t see a glimmer at the time, I can now honestly testify that the Lord was the Guide and Protector for Cohen and I. The Lord has helped me to climb the highway to righteousness when I knew I didn’t have it in me… and He did it for His name and His renown! Even in the tightest of spots, we have not had need of anything…. that’s the kind of Caretaker the Lord has been to us.
I have seen the Lord prepare a banquet for us right in the middle of trouble, with our enemies looking on. Not to spite them as much as to remind us that we are His; children of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. We feasted and dined with Him and been drunk on His company even in the hardest of circumstances. We’ve known what it is to overflow on the inside at times when people would’ve expected us to be coming apart at the seams. He has given us eyes to see into His purposes even when the fog of what was had settled in thickly around us.
This morning what my Spirit was relishing in was this:
He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul.
A few years ago I wrote about where I had been and I said I looked forward to someday writing about where I am going. Well, the Lord is leading me beside still, restful waters. I think it might just be as deliciously simple as that.
Thank you God. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.