I’m not sure what your Sunday mornings before church are like, but I’m going to guess they aren’t always angelic. Because mine aren’t.
I would like to say they consist of a full two hours of sipping coffee and prayer journaling at my kitchen table, with morning sun and a vase full of roses nearby. Leftover quiche and plenty of time to spare to curl my hair.
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A normal winter morning. I was probably supposed to be sweeping the kitchen floor or doing my math at the table, but I paused when a flash of red caught the corner of my eye.
Posted on our family fridge was a fancy invitation:
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On July 6th I was the bride. They let me sleep in late. I had special time with my parents. Friends brought me plates of food and ran to the store just to get more hairspray. I was waited upon hand and foot with so much care while I waited to be united with my groom.
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