Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Lesson of the Sandspur

I am told that young ladies often dream about their wedding day and this first day of June, 2008, was indeed a storybook day. It was warm, as early summer usually is in Florida, but the ocean breeze made the weather delightful for a planned beach wedding.


Tom and Kristin planned this day beautifully, even ordering fresh flowers from Hawaii to make it special. Music would be provided by musicians from Orlando’s Holy Land Experience where Tom and Kristin had met as performers, and the best man was Jesus.

It was such a beautiful day that there were some fears that the public beach at Marineland might become crowded with people and this might interfere with the pristine beauty of the ceremony. But just as God often does, a short early afternoon thunderstorm cleared the beach just prior to the wedding. The storm was gone, but clouds remained to shield the wedding from direct sunlight. This even made picture taking easier for the photographers, Kristin’s friends who traveled from Pensacola to participate in and record the special event.

I picked Kristin up at a beautiful condominium a short distance away that had been graciously provided by friends of the family. Her Prince Charming was waiting beneath the arbor near the beautiful Atlantic as we arrived just over the sand dunes out of sight.

Crossing a quaint little weather beaten bridge over the dunes, we stepped into the sand and removed our shoes. Taking my arm, we only advanced a few steps when Kristin abruptly stopped with a small cry of pain. She had stepped on a sandspur. For a brief moment, as she pulled it from her foot, she was shocked to reality from her dream wedding day. We often say, “Pinch me. I think I am dreaming.” As I thought later on this little incident, I came to the conclusion that an awesome God who had brought this day together for two of his children, placed that sandspur in that exact spot to say for a brief moment, “This is not a dream. It is very real. This is what I planned all along for you as you waited for my perfect will.”


Mr and Mrs. Tom Cartwright

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