The Dress.....

Since in the comment section of this post my sister brought up my first wedding dress, I'm going to show it to you and say just a little bit about that time in my life. As you must have figured out by now, I'm an open book....well, cracked open anyway!

First as a disclaimer I want to say that I know that marriage is a sacred union instituted by God in the Garden of Eden. I am NOT making light of the marriage vows OR of divorce. I, along with others close to me have suffered and continue to suffer the consequences of divorce.

Having said that, I will say this... He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust. Psalm 103 :14 Indeed, if He did not, none of us would be here at all! I am so thankful that we serve a forgiving God, that His Son paid the price for my sins!

I'll also say that I respect my first husband, who coincidentally was also my second husband, he is the father of my children and we have two beautiful grandchildren. His family remain friends.

O.K. now that I've said all that.....

I am told I was a very misunderstood rebellious teenager. I came to my mother when I was 17 and told her I was getting married. She immediately replied that no, I would not be getting married, but in the end I married. I do not recommend that a 17 year old and a 19 year old get married. Of course we were too young and I was so ignorant, but thought I was so smart!

Shortly before the actual day we married, mama said we would go to town and get a dress for my wedding. She says that I said I would rather be dead that be seen shopping with you. Can I say for the record that I did not mean that? It was a very difficult time for all of us...my parents, his parents ....yea, all concerned!

The next door neighbor, and my best friend at the time, and I went shopping together. Below you will see the result of that trip.

Yes, I wore a red and blue dress for my wedding, and I loved those blue shoes! Look how young we were! We were married in the church that I grew up in, with Mike and I, the preacher and two sets of unhappy parents! My mother and father stood like statues while Mike's mother sobbed and his daddy just sat there (he was a sweet, mild mannered man). My mother, by the way, was mortified about the dress and 40 years later, I apologize mama!