I have been to many weddings over the years, mostly your typical American/traditional type of wedding with an occasional ceremony from a different culture or religion.  I have been to weddings where people get married for the first time or where people get married after divorce (our wedding was like that since JJ had been married once before).  Yesterday, I had the honor and privilege of attending a wedding that demonstrates that miracles still happen today.

The bride and groom have been friends of ours for the past several years.  They were married when we met them and we spent some time getting to know them in our church small group.  They hit a rough patch and ended up getting divorced.  It looked for a long while like they were both going to go their separate ways and “start over.”  Over the past year or so, they have found their way back together through much work and prayer, and were remarried yesterday.

Their wedding was beautiful, as weddings tend to be.  Her dress was white and he was in a tux.  She walked down the aisle behind the flower girls and carried a bouquet of flowers.  Her father gave her away.  The vows they exchanged could be the vows read at any typical wedding.  And yet, knowing their story and how they have worked to become a complete family again, listening to the vows and watching them make them all over again with renewed commitment, purpose and intention, was stunning and spectacular.

I am not one to cry at weddings, but was tearful a few times during their ceremony.  I was not the only one, as you could hear people sniffing their way through the entire ceremony.  And while the mechanics of the wedding itself were all very common and typical, this wedding goes in my personal history book as my favorite wedding to date.  I truly feel as though I watched a miracle take place in front of my eyes yesterday.  And what better place to experience one, since the first miracle took place at a wedding.