A few Saturdays ago was an emotional day. That morning I had the privilege of attending the funeral of the father of one of my childhood friends. All funerals are tough and difficult, but this one was especially tough and difficult. I couldn't help but remember a time when I was in the same situation as my friend, fatherless. Losing your father is difficult, no matter if you're 7 or 24.
I long for the day I can rejoice in Heaven with my Father, the Creator, and my earthly father. I'm somewhat ashamed and embarrassed that selfishly I would love to be greeted by my earthly father before my heavenly Father. Why is this? I am full of sin and for the last 17 years I have been jealous of the bond I have seen between my friends and their fathers.
That same Saturday evening I was fortunate to attend the wedding of a dear friend of mine. As I sat on the hay bale I could only think about 6 months earlier when I was in the same position as groom. And man oh man was that the best day I have ever had. A day where my best friend became wife. A day where I never had to say goodbye to my wife again. A day where my life ended and our life began. This life of marriage is tough, but beautiful and i recommend it to anyone who is in love.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
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