Summer Weddings

It was the third of the summer. And the final one, for me anyway.

And it was the best - beating by far the one I was in last weekend.

It was outside on the hottest day of the year. Everyone was soaked in sweat. No one was dry. That way, no one could be embarrassed. So in a way, it was a bonding experience. Jenn would be proud for my acknowledgment of bonding.

Despite that, it was the most peaceful, beautiful, happy, jolly wedding ever. Perhaps it was the celtic music playing, or the barefoot bridesmaids and groomsmen, or the linen shirts and simple, but perfect, dresses. Perhaps it was the fact that two of my favorite people were finally going to be joined together for life, knowing that they deserved each other more than any one else I've ever known. Perhaps it was the hundreds of little sweat-soaked children running around trying to cool off in the shade or the flushed babies on their mothers' laps. Or seeing many of the most radiant, generous, and loving people that have walked across my life all in one place.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful. It drew me in. I stayed for hours, resting in the peace that comes from knowing truly good people, who love you and who love Jesus. It makes a difference. He is the difference.

Today was a perfect reminder of the good in life and in people. My faith was restored and rejuvenated.