Love of the very best kind
Eric Pazdziora’s post on Hillary McFarland’s blog has brought back a special memory for me. It’s a little off-topic from Eric’s post, maybe, but not by much.
A few years ago, I was at Pensacola with a handful of other authors for a writing retreat. We had the run of a gorgeous beach house for the weekend, thanks to a generous couple who wanted to bless one of their employees and her friends. At least for a weekend, we could pretend we were rich.
At about sunset, finished writing for a while, we broke out the champagne to toast a couple of birthdays among us. But as we gathered on the balcony, we realized that we were about to witness a wedding on the beach. People were setting up chairs. Flowers. An archway decorated with more flowers. Maybe they had an aisle-runner over the sand; I don’t remember.
Once the setup was complete and the guests had gathered, the music began. A guitar, if I remember correctly. While the waves roared and the sunset glinted on the water, a flower girl walked down the “aisle” to “Jesus Loves Me, This I Know.”
This is a wild guess, based on the ages of the bride and groom, the small number of guests, and the way children participated in the ceremony, but I suspect that the bride and groom weren’t first-timers. They’d been around the block once or twice, perhaps. I believe, although I can’t be sure, that their wedding was all about new beginnings. Second chances. And, of course, love of the very best kind.
Jesus loves me, this I know. It’s an appropriate song for any occasion–a wedding, a birthday, or any ordinary day, because it’s always, always true.
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