I've never been the girl to dream of her perfect wedding day; there were (many) times I didn't think I was going to get married, and I was more than content with that. But, when the Lord showed me there was a big chance I was going to get married I knew I did not want a traditional wedding; I didn't want a wedding at all.

Months of planning, long engagements, pinterest, picking bridesmaids, choosing colors and flowers, etc. all stress me out and I personally think it's a waste of time. My soul craved to elope to New Zealand in a thrifted dress (which I actually found for $10) and with two or four witnesses. That's it. No big crowd or party; not all eyes on me (Can you tell I'm introverted?).

So, people are shocked when I tell them my wedding day was not my dream wedding; they're shocked when I tell them I'm glad it's over and that I wouldn't do it over again. Don't get me wrong, I'd marry Daniel over and over again; he's the man of my reality and serves/ loves me in a way that reminds me of my Yeshua. But, if I had it my way, I would not have had 75+ people at my wedding, I would not have shared my vows in front of so many people, I would not have gotten married at a venue, I would not have spent so much money on one day, etc. 

I hope it doesn't sound like I hated my wedding day. I enjoyed it very much. It was beautiful and I care about the people who showed up and made it special. I'm glad my close family and friends got to witness the unity of me and Daniel (which is why we decided to have an actual wedding). I'm blessed that our parents paid to make the day as it was.

But, the one thing I truly loved and could not go without on that day (other than becoming one with Daniel) was the worship. After 9 long months of overwhelming preparation, draining incidents, and tiring circumstances, all Daniel and I wanted to do was worship our King- and I couldn't think of anyone better to lead us in worship than Nelson. As I was feeling antsy and irritated in the bridal room minutes before walking down the aisle, Nelson led us into singing to Papa about how everything is about Him. Immediately, peace invaded the bridal room. 

The majority of the ceremony was worship as 75+ people proclaimed the goodness of the Lord. For 45 minutes, heaven opened as Jesus watched His bride sing praises to Him. And Jesus sang back to His people.

So, with all this rambling, I just want to come to one conclusion. Me and Daniel's wedding day was not our day, It was Jesus's. It didn't matter if there were three people or 200, as long as we were there for Him.

We had a wedding to show a glimpse of what it's going to be like when Jesus, the Bridegroom, comes back for His Bride, the church. There will be dancing, tears of joy, tears of rest, shouts of praise, and a soul completely satisfied. I got a glimpse of this on October 15, 2017 and pray that the friends and family who attended received the same glimpse.

Here's a glimpse of those beautiful moments through pictures taken by Bradley Scurei. 

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