He was playing a guitar riff that seemed familiar to me but I couldn't place it. Hearing the music made me want to cry and I didn't know why, so I asked him what it was. When he told me, I understood. It was "The Wedding Song (There is Love)
" by Peter, Paul & Mary.
I hate wedding songs.
I used to love them. I used to play at lots of weddings and probably even played this song a time or two. But now? Hearing the words of a love song feels like being punched in the stomach.
I'm sure my dream was born with the first wedding I ever attended. The flowers, the music, the pretty dresses, the beautiful bride, the handsome groom, the smiles and romance and the kiss at the end. What little girl doesn't want to be part of a fairy tale? God created us with a longing for a husband, and we dream of it for years. Then at long last the dream comes true and we count on it being forever.
But sometimes it's not. And as unfair as it seems, I must find contentment in this season of my life. And there it is. The battle rages on as I struggle to find peace in my singleness.
Yet despite how hard it is, I know Him well enough to know He's hard at work weaving these threads of heartbreak into the intricate tapestry of His beautiful plan for my life. It just so happens that right now the side I can see looks especially ugly and knotted up. But even as this dangling mess of string obscures my view of a hopeful future, I trust Him to take care of me and work it all for my good and His glory. His handiwork is exquisite, without exception
So may this longing for a husband keep me running to the only Love that can heal a broken heart. And may the pain purify me in preparation for whatever comes next. Meanwhile, when I hear a pretty love song may I sing the words to Him