When I consider my 2018 wedding season line up... The 7 year old girl inside of me can’t contain herself!!! This thing is like a TV show, you just never know who will pop up! I LIIIIVVVEEEEEE for THIS 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾 🇭🇹 All hail the 🤴🏾+ 👸🏾 of SLAYAGE.
More than a wedding ceremony
There seemed to have been a battle raging up there for there was a line of demarcation set in the heavens between the clear blue sky and the overcast clouds. I was on the side of the blue sky, hoping for a few sunrays to dry and heat up the ground. Spring needs to come; winter needs to go. The fighters danced around and probably called a truce. There was no hard rain but there was no sun. As I walked inside the church, the ushers were on guard, opening doors, and directing guests to their seats. They were also communicating with one another to make sure the main entry doorway was clear for the majestic procession that was to be ensued. At every cracking of the doors, heads were turned, hoping this was the moment.
Meanwhile, on the stage, three individuals were posted, serenading the congregants through soothing classical sounds. Mesmerizing!
It was worth the wait. Yes, the long wait was worth it all. The gentlemen walked in as their feet thundered the floor as if they were soldiers following their general. The general knew his Betsy was soon to make her entrance, his heart’s desire; so he marched in decisive steps.
The ladies, in their ravishingly beautiful gowns, glided through the floor making way for the bride. Doors closed; doors opened. There she was, all glowing, all smiling, arm in arm with her father. There was a sense that she has been ready for this moment, for God created Duke for such a time as this.
This was more of a Worship Offering with a man and a woman surrendering their hearts to God and to each other. The heavenly angelic beings came down in glory to join in unison with the earthly worshipers to belt out words of praise and adoration to the Lord enthroned. Those of us in attendance were blessed. It would have not have been a reach if there were a moment reserved for altar call. Kudos to the sound engineers at Shiloh who brought us a clarity of sound where even the dried bones, for that one afternoon, came to life. My eyes may not have seen them but they might as well wake up to take part of the worship that.
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