LOVE IS . . .

. . . confessing every wicked thought and motivation that I have had to my man and seeing that he still wants me . . . daily, hourly, and by the minute to be by his side until the day that he dies. There would be no joy in being chosen by your hero if he did not know all that was in your heart. But he has seen the filth of my sin and the reality of my pride. Thus, my smile cannot be contained when he calls me his "beautiful girl." I know that the only beauty that exists in this world is what God ordains, accomplishes, holds together, and completes.

How many times I have fallen to my knees in faithless failure, only to look up and see that my man is still by my side, ready to pick me up . . . again. As if God is literally loving me through Luke. And I can express my love for my Lord by serving, loving, and adoring the man that He has blessed me with.

Love is only that which God has given. My human love has never been anything but hidden pride and selfishly driven emotions. Thus, in two days I will celebrate what God alone can do.

Sleep is impossible . . . I am too excited. I may be the most exhausted looking bride . . . but I shall be the happiest bride ever to live.