November 26 – “A New Start”

We attended a wedding the other night.  The bride lives across the street from us.  She and her first husband lived next door to Mom and Dad for quite a few years as well before he died, so we have known her for years.  The groom, sadly, fell and broke his hip a few weeks ago,  to his credit, though, he has been busting it through rehab and managed to stand through the whole ceremony and even walk the entire length of the aisle at the exit.  (Not to mention, he made it through almost all of a first dance at the reception). 

The wedding was held at Moody Methodist Church.  That’s the biggest church on the Island.  Not the prettiest or the oldest, but most assuredly the biggest.  The crowd was not that large, so it was pretty much dwarfed by the massiveness.  The ceremony was nice, though.  Her son walked her down the aisle.  Her daughter was maid of honor.  Her granddaughters were bridesmaids.  Her other son read Scripture.  Quite the family affair.

The reception was considerably more ornate.  It was held at the Lasker House Bed and Breakfast here in Galveston.  It’s one of the historical homes from the turn of the century (That would be the century where 1800 was turning into 1900.  Gotta remember we have had another one of those since then).  It started out as one of the opulent, grandiose private homes that were being built around that time.  Then, with financial assistance from a guy named Lasker, it became a children’s home, and operated as such in one form or another for many years.  The present owners completely renovated it into a gorgeous, antique-filled structure that is the bed and breakfast today.  I’m not sure I could comfortably stay there overnight, though.  I’d be afraid of breaking something.  During the pre-meal festivities we pretty much hung out with one of our other neighbors.  After that we gravitated to hanging out with the “help.”  Read here, the preacher and the caterer, both of whom we have known for many years.   We did ease over beside one of the Christmas trees (the one in the “Music Room,” so designated because of the grand piano and the music themed tree decorations) so we would have a better view of the children dancing.  They were pretty spectacular, too.  Especially one who was really getting down.  She was matching up with the music, too, quite unlike a few of the other girls.  She reminded me of the character Nicki on the TV show Blue Bloods.  I have to award props to the four-year-old-ish boy, though.  He could rock out to just about any style of music and bust some serious moves.  Impressive.  We didn’t to see the bride and groom off.  I figured we’ll see them later on out working in their yard or heading to WalMart or something.  Congrats, Corrie and George.

James 4:10 says, “Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.”

Father, walk with those two through their remaining years together.  Please do a work of healing on George’s hip.  Amen.