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“What dress shall I choose?” she thought as she strolled through the aisles of white lace and linen. There were many brides there today trying to find just the right dress, but none with the story this bride was carrying. She could hear the words of the other brides as she looked:
“I want one that will make me look my best, I am the bride after all,” one of them said.
“I don’t want white. Who cares if that’s the traditional color? I want to do it my way,” another said.
They all only thought of themselves, but this bride was different. She had only one thing on her mind…the groom.
He had been there for her when she wasn’t even sure he was the one. He was patient when she was selfish and couldn’t give him what he deserved. He was faithful even when she hadn’t been worthy of the ring he had put on her finger, to keep the promise they had made to one another. He had always come for her and this day would be no different.
“Why would you still pursue me,” she often asked him and he was quick to answer.
*“Nothing can quench this love and I will always come for you.”
“I will be waiting, “was her response.
*She yearned for him to take her away, away from all the dissension and trial she had known. He had told her that she was his treasure and private garden, and they were both captured at first glance. Oh the struggle it had been to get to this point though. Would she make it to the altar? He would see to that.
When the day had finally come, she waited for him as she always did, only she was in her regular garb; No beautiful gown, none had seemed fitting for a day as big as this.
So there she sat, old blue jeans, flip flops and T-shirt, watching for his arrival hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed.
And as she knelt down to pray, a soft wind began to blow and it lifted her up and carried her high upon a mountain top where her beloved waited for her. There he stood, all in white, holding out his hands to his bride, and as she approached she could see he was holding something…a beautiful white garment made just for her. As he adorned her, the garments of her past were strewn aside and a voice could be heard from above.
“Do you my fair one, take this man as your husband?”
“I do," she answered
“And do you my beloved Son, take this people to be your bride?”
“Yes Father, with all my heart, and every drop of my blood, I do.”
"Come away, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. The Spirit and the bride say, 'Come.'" Song of Songs 8 and Revelation 22
*Scripture references from Song of Songs.
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