My son got married on Saturday. I performed the wedding. I was fine through the service. It was at the reception that the tears came.
There was a slide show of Stephen and Jenny. Seeing the pictures of Stephen growing up brought back an avalanche of memories. How does time move so quickly? How does the little boy become the married man?
It's sobering to see your life reflected through the joy of another. Did I do enough? Did I do the right things? Was I too hard? Too soft? Just right? Will he be wise enough to ignore the shadow side of his father and live into those things that are good and right?
That's where I have to trust God. He loves Stephen even more than I do. He gave him a gift in Jenny, his new wife.
But I cried ...tears of joy, of wonder, of amazement, of introspection, of hope ...tears that lead to a prayer of thanks for so many blessings, tears that led to repentance for any hurt my brokenness has caused ...but mainly tears for the memories.