As Jeanne and I drove back from our grandson Geoffrey and his wife Ashley’s wedding Saturday, it was 6 p.m. I told Jeanne that God has abundantly blessed us over the years, and His Grace continues.
It all started with the wedding rehearsal at 4 o’clock Friday afternoon. It was scheduled to be an outside wedding. It had rained that day, and the forecast for Saturday wasn’t encouraging.  
After the rehearsal was completed, we journeyed to Sno’s Restaurant for the rehearsal party. The atmosphere and spirit of the occasion was perfect, and the food was excellent! I told Todd and Candi Sheets, the owners, that everyone thought the food was delicious. He smiled graciously and shared that the waitresses said no one left anything on their plates.  
On Saturday it rained on the way to Baton Rouge, and needless to say the wedding had to be held indoors.  
I was honored to have the privilege of officiating the ceremony. I opened with a prayer and shared what I read that morning in James l: 2-3, “My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.” In other words, we should be grateful for everything good and any disappointments.  
I continued in prayer and thanked God for the rain because it was His plan and not ours. It way His way of showing us that no weather could dampen the Spirit that He would allow Geoffrey and Ashley to experience as they became one.  
Ashley’s mother, Marie, read a few scriptures about the blessing a wife will be to her husband. Geoffrey’s dad, Michael, read I Corinthians 13: 1-8 about love and challenged his son to be that type of husband. Those readings set the tempo for the wedding as they pledged their faithfulness to each other.  
Geoffrey had asked that I keep it short, and I did.
The reception followed, and
the crowd, which didn’t allow the weather to alter their plans to attend, stayed and enjoyed the food, music and, most of all, the celebration of the couple starting a new
life together. What impressed me is that the crowd didn’t leave until the time to end the reception had arrived.  
I also noticed that while we
celebrated, the LSU and Texas
A&M game was being played, and
no one seemed interested in the game. I shouldn’t be amazed but still am, for when God puts something together, nothing else really matters.
From the start on Friday to the end on Saturday, it was 26 hours. I told Jeanne that some people don’t experience in a lifetime what we had the pleasure of being a part of this weekend.
    
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