Till death do you part

The sound of the mower's low droning was slightly less than the music playing pleasantly in my ears, expertly delivered by my matte black Ipod clipped to my belt, when my pocket started to vibrate, thrown back and forth by my use-beaten cell phone within. It's oscillations warned me right on time that it was a quarter to five. I cut for ten minutes more, then parked that powerful machine and went inside. I quickly ran up to my room and turned on my computer. I logged into the web conference. The video and audio streamed at tens of frames per second, with mere milliseconds of delay from their original source, the wedding of Liz and Luke Nieuwsma. The last of the guests were being seated as I arrived. "Oh, It's Mr. and Mrs. Wells. And little Henry!" Then the parents and grandparents were seated. "Oh, there's George! He looks so sharp in his tux! Oh, Robert! Ooh, there's Mrs. C!" With a change in the beautiful music of the organ, the bridesmaids started coming down the isle, starting the processional. The first three I didn't know. "Oh, it's Faith! She looks so happy! Oh, Kate's right behind her!" They all looked beautiful and incredibly joyful. Then Liz Callihan appeared in the doorway. Her joy, her elegant gracefulness was complemented by the wise face of her father, who was holding her arm proudly. He looked like such a big man, a stature that matched his favor with God and men. Liz's face glowed through her veil as she met her husband soon to be. The ceremony was beautiful, and was a testament to Luke and Liz, to the Callihans and Nieuwsmas, and to God. "Do you Luke, Liz...till death do you part?" "I do" "I do" "By the authority vested in me by God and the state of Idaho, I now pronounce you Man and Wife. (you may now kiss the bride.)"

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God bless Luke and Liz and their lives together. May they always trust in Him and may their children be a testament to their parents and their own faithfulness. God bless, and Amen.