Photo K. Boudreaux, Victory Fellowship, NOLA, Used with Permission
‘Tis the season, indeed. Invitations in the mail and on the fridge.
Weddings abound, enveloping my family circle and I.
One nephew betrothed last weekend. One nephew engaged.
A niece counting down the days to July.
Besides the betrothals there are the dresses. Oh the dresses.
After the ring is chosen, the date is set, the first question for the bride is always, (in a run-on sort of fashion), “Did you pick out your dress? Where did you get it? What does it look like??”
The answers are as varied as the brides—
- Champagne silk, slinky, no lace or frills.
- Short, cottony, light and sleeveless.
- Long, satiny, a train out to here.
- Strapless, beaded, corset-closing back.
What will you wear indeed?
Saying “Yes” to becoming a bride is making a choice to change. Change residence (maybe), change households (do you really need 3 pizza cutters?) But the most noticeable change, at least for a day, is a choice to put off the regular apparel for something brand new and different. Something no one’s ever seen before.
A gown that enhances your best features, covers your flaws and leaves your groom (quite often) in tears.
Change the everyday hair to curls or an up-do.
Visit the salon for a mani/pedi.
Think about make-up (gasp!) maybe for the first time.
“Eye shadow, lipstick? Are you sure that isn’t a bit much?”
Consider jewelry–purchased or passed on–not only a necklace, but earrings to match.
“But I don’t wear jewelry,” (as my daughter replied on her wedding day.)
“Ah yes, but today is a special occasion, you are becoming a Bride.”
Sometimes we forget that Jesus has called us His Betrothed, The Bride of Christ. Or maybe that’s just me. Truth is, some days I don’t feel very bride-like.
Not lovely, not even liked.
Can’t put off my old clothes. Can’t accept the new jewels. Can’t believe the glorious beautiful of who my Jesus says I am.
I forget The Announcement that says Whose I am.
Sometimes the old just sticks.
Piles up on the floor like dirty laundry.
Stays in a heap on the bed and won’t go away.
Faces you in the mirror, regardless of the jewels, and says, “No, you’re not different at all.”
But then a friend comes to help you change.
Change the clothes, throw away the dirty laundry.
Grabs the soap and tosses everything in the wash.
Helps zip up the new dress that says ‘Capable.’ Clasp the necklace that says ‘Confident.’ Covers you with a veil that says ‘Cared for.’
Refines that wayward hair, steadies you while you gently slip on heels to help you reach new heights.
Holds the mirror while you try that new shade of You.
Reads the Announcement, outlined in Truth—
“You are mine.”
“You have my name.”
“You are different. You are changed.”
And we are reminded, as we are at every other wedding, we are loved and wanted and desired above all others.
We a r e the Bride of Christ, no matter the season. Clothed in a dress and jewels that say we are His.
Now and for always. World without end. Amen.