It was four o’clock in the afternoon on Saturday, May 31, 2014. The venue was Mill Run Golf Course in Uxbridge, Ontario.
The near-by pond was perfectly still in the soft, spring breeze, and the air was full of birdsong and love.
My beautiful granddaughter, Laura, was marrying her high-school sweetheart, Cameron.
As the groom waited expectantly on the lush grass, the bridal party advanced along a carpeted path towards him: six beautiful young ladies dressed in knee-length, burgundy dresses, tan, calf-high, cowboy boots, and each carrying a white baby’s-breath bouquet. The groom’s men were elegant in their blue-grey suits, dark grey ties, and matching pocket squares.
Six-year-old Taylor, the sweetest flower girl ever, followed with a small wagon in which Jack, the four-month old ring-bearer, was ensconced, dressed in a tiny grey suit and little cap to shade his head. Taylor looked like an angel, and not only pulled baby Jack in the wagon, but scattered rose petals along the way. This little beauty is one of my great-granddaughters, so I was especially touched.
And then came the moment Cam was waiting for. His lovely bride, in a stunning, strapless, gown of white, layered satin and lace, walked slowly towards her husband-to-be on the arm of her extremely proud father.
I will interject here, that it was to be a strictly secular affair, but when the official began to speak, it became clear that God was at this wedding, and I could not contain my happy tears.
Being surrounded with all that beauty and love was enough in itself to make my heart burst with joy, but when God showed up so unexpectedly that Saturday afternoon, my joy was complete.
I can’t close without telling you that when I later told Laura how thrilled I was with the ceremony, she confided that the minister, knowing they were a secular couple, asked if they wanted to leave anything out and Cam said, “No, we’ll leave it in for Nana”. I’m almost moved to tears writing this, because secular or not, God’s love, true and unconditional, was evident that lovely Saturday afternoon.
For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them. (Matthew 18:20)