May and June often bring about wedding days in addition to the warmth of summer and the beauty of green grass and blooming flowers. The culmination of much prayer, saving, and planning for marriage is when the bride walks down to aisle to take the arm of her groom.
I imagine most girls start dreaming of being a bride at a young age, often after attending a wedding. Our oldest daughter was a miniature bride in a relative’s wedding when she was five years old. There were many times after the wedding that she pretended to be a bride while wearing that little white dress and veil. In the land of make believe, she was the beautiful bride!
In the teenage years, young ladies often become interested in bridal magazines or online resources: Which style of bridal gown do I like the best, and where would I like to vacation on my honeymoon? Often plans are made, only to be changed dozens of times before the day she meets the man of her dreams and becomes a bride.
Life brings about many changes and challenges. The story of our life is rarely written as we imagine it. Some ladies choose to marry while young, just a few years out of high school. Others choose to wait to get their education behind them and their careers on track. Regardless of when one gets married, it is wise to seek God and the wise counsel of godly leaders to make certain the groom is a man of integrity and possesses godly values.
Melody Reever, Editor
May 5th 2017 @ 9:50 AM
God started the story almost two decades ago. A little boy and a little girl, hand in hand, walked down the aisle of Truth Tabernacle in Bakersfield, California. They were miniature bride and groom. It was a bit more exciting for her than it was for him, but he endured and made a good showing, then promptly went on with the task of growing up. She, however, never forgot …Read More +
March 3rd 2017 @ 10:45 AM
As I stood next to the hospital bed, looking over my sweet boy Sawyer, the doctor’s words from the previous day rang through my head: no hope, ventilator-dependent, heart and lung transplant, transfer from Dallas to Philadelphia, and no infant had ever survived these procedures. Tears began to stream down my face as hopeless desperation filled my mind and heart. For the past nine weeks, my faith had not …Read More +
February 1st 2017 @ 11:40 AM
It was just an ordinary day. But are there really any ordinary days?
It was June 21, 2016, 6:30 pm. We were in our living room, relaxing for a bit. My husband had just been home from an out-of-town trip for about thirty minutes. We heard a “pop”—sounding as if someone had come onto our screened-in back porch and the door had banged. I got up, thinking someone was …Read More +
January 3rd 2017 @ 2:15 PM
A few days ago, I found myself rushing down the hallway of Urshan College. As I frantically tried to keep three of my children from running in separate directions, I hardly noticed a passing student. In the moment, I wondered if I appeared rude, but just like that, I was on to the next task—stopping my three-year-old from running into my husband’s office while he was in a meeting.
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December 1st 2016 @ 11:10 AM
Fifteen months ago, I was an IV drug user on the streets of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I lived in hotels and houses with no electricity or plumbing. I lost everything I had ever worked for, including my sanity. It seemed a hopeless and devastating situation. Months would go by without my family hearing from me, but when they did they would not even recognize what I had become. I …Read More +