Today is the day …

Rick said I would live through it but not get over it. Another advised, stay out of the way. The wisdom and encouragement leading to Kimberly’s wedding has been ecclectic at best.

She spent the last night in our house as a Littleton. They will be back – they will stay again. This time she will be a Mrs., on her own, now dependent and independent in ways we knew would come but could find little way to prepare. No more being her alarm clock – never annoying, really a Daddy’s delight. Now when she needs something, we will have dropped on the list. Not a problem but an eye-opening reality.

Patty and I sat last night talking about this evening. She was reminded of what our friend Rick shared at the wedding of his daughter. (Yes, Rick is the one who told me I would not get over it, just live through it.) He pointed out our children are not ours to give away – they are gifts from God. We hope they are made more valuable gifts by the experiences they face and grow from in our families as we follow Jesus together.

(. . . minutes later … after meltdown thinking about these very things)

Maybe Rick is right – I will have to see after this evening.

About the Author
Husband to Patty. Daddy to Kimberly and Tommie. Grandpa Doc to Cohen, Max, Fox, and Marlee. Pastor to Snow Hill Baptist Church. Graduate of Oklahoma Baptist University and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. Reading. Photography. Golf. Colorado. Jeeping. Friend. The views and opinions expressed here are my own and should not be construed as representing the corporate views of the church I pastor.

1 comment on “Today is the day …

  1. says:

    So, I cried all the way through your daughter’s wedding. Why not? I cried all the way through my daughter’s wedding, as you recall.

    You did get through it. Late tonite, while this is most poignant for you, sit down and write your myth. I wrote my myth about the time with Jordan in China. Stay up late, tonite, alone, and revisit all the things you thought about during your melt-down the other day and while the service was going on Friday. Do not leave them as thoughts, touch them as feelings and give them names. That is what a myth makes us feel.

    At Jennifer’s wedding, I did say, in answer to the question, “Who brings this woman to be the wife of this man?” that Joan and I understand our children to be gifts from God each one and thus not transferable. I went to say that we love and trust Larry and welcome him to our family and gladly bring Jennifer to be married to him.

    A fellow pointed out to me that, at no point, did I say that I gave her away. That was exactly the point. In every wholesome way, she is still my daughter and no less a wife for being a good daughter.

    My heart (such as it is) broke for you on Friday. I had not been able to get on your website for some reason for several days, so this is late. Let grief have its day. She is not what she was only now but is still what she was and yet all of what she is as his wife.

    Godspeed your recovery from the ailment you have and the heartache you feel. Do not go past this quickly. Let the grief have its day.


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