“He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love.” Song of Solomon 2:4 (HCSB)
My husband and I attended three or four weddings this year. We were only guests at one. We attend weddings behind the scenes as sound booth attendees for many of the weddings held in our church. As a part of our service we also make amateur videos of their rehearsals and their wedding day as a little gift from us to them.
The last wedding we worked was quite large, and the couple had different songs planned for the entrance of the grandmothers, the mothers, the wedding party, and the bride. We set up the camera and let it record without much thought while we practiced fading and changing the songs as seamlessly as possible. The rehearsal went well and soon the pastor, his wife, and the wedding party all left us at the church to make sure we were ready while they went home or went out to celebrate.
I particularly liked one of the songs; so, my husband led me to the stage and we danced to it. Weddings do this to my husband and I…we get all mushy and reminiscent.
Weddings bring out the romantic side of my husband that I don’t always see. Let’s face it, I have a huge crush on the man, I always have, but it’s been nearly nineteen years since we vowed to love, honor, and cherish one another until death. When I sit next to my husband and watch these young people, and some young-at-heart people, refining their plans for taking their vows and celebrating their love, I suddenly feel young and idealistic again.
He and I have an interesting vantage point from where we sit. We can see and hear their hopes and anxieties over the littlest details of the ceremonies. We can see the anticipation of all their dreams and future plans shining through their eyes. We get to watch the flower girls and ring bearers’ antics with humor. We are often the sounding board for concerned parents who would rather have things done a little bit differently but know they have no say, because our pastor is very good about telling people they have no say unless they are either the bride or the groom. In all of this, we remember how we felt, and we celebrate that it isn’t us going through this all over again, but we also promise to go forward and renew our vows to one another again.
We danced and renewed our vows until the song ended, then he took me by the hand and led me back to the sound booth to shut down the equipment and make sure it was all set for the next day. That’s when we realized that we’d left the camera rolling. As my husband was scrolling through the footage to clear our dance from their rehearsal video, I caught glimpses of our dance. I caught glimpses of my lover walking me to the front of the sanctuary. I caught glimpses of the way I looked at him, and how he looked at me. I saw the way he looked at me even when I wasn’t looking up into his face…he looked on me in love.
“I will take you to be My wife forever.
I will take you to be My wife in righteousness,
justice, love, and compassion.
I will take you to be My wife in faithfulness,
and you will know Yahweh.” –Hosea 2:19-20 (HCSB)
Yes, LORD, You are my bridegroom forever, in righteousness, justice, love, and compassion. I come to you in faithfulness; I long to know You, Yahweh. I thank You that my husband looks on me with love. That he leads me and loves me so much. Yet, despite how much I know he truly loves me, You love me even more. You love your people, every one. You gave us your Son, You gave him as a sacrifice for all of us. Jesus, You redeemed people for God by Your blood from every tribe and language and people and nation. How great is your love and faithfulness, how very blessed are we, your bride. I love You. Thank You, LORD.