This is my beautiful friend, Janice. And, she got married.

My husband, Wendell, and I are always telling each other, “If you die, I’m never getting married again. Just so you know. I’ll stay a happy single person the rest of my life. Because this marriage has been GREAT! But another one at our age would be So. Much. Work. I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me. But, I’m not breaking in another model.”

We say this to each other often. And, we honestly mean it. But, my friend Jan has been single since our daughters were in elementary school together. Those girls have daughters now. Jan and I are grandmothers. That is a lot of years of controling your own television remote.

Yet, Jan decided to get married. Of course, her husband is a dashing southern gentlemen who wooed her with kindness. We all kind of fell in love with him right along with her. But, even so, I am proud of Jan’s ability to leap.

And, I realized that my attitude is probably selfish. Because everyone around Jan and Lee felt the splashover of joy and hope in their relationship. The mystery of Jesus and His Church was there. The picture of dying to self and living for another person was there. The shiver of young love and the security of mature love joined hands at the altar and gave hope to everyone in the room, I think.

So, maybe Wendell and I will just leave the future in God’s hands where it belongs. We might both live to be 120 anyway. Or Jesus might come back before the death-do-us-part of our marriage vows takes place. Right now we will focus on the marriage we are in and do our best to make it the reflection of God’s glory that it is supposed to be.

Maybe we should start with another honeymoon!