This past weekend, I attended the wedding of my dear friend Sarah. It was simply adorable. It made me reconsider my partiality to fall weddings, with all its winter white and festive lights.
During the ceremony, the preacher talked about marriage and the joining of two people in a heavenly promise. One statement especially stood out, he said "marriage is going two people into one. It is not one half person plus one half person into one whole person. It is one whole person plus one whole person equals one whole person. The math doesn't make much sense." Like with many things concerning the magnificent heavenly Father, it does not make sense in our human brains.
I saw this "one body" in my grandparents marriage. My Pepa gave his all to my Mema during her illness and she loved him more than the world. It is quite something to be together more than 50 years. That is more than twice my age and much more than my understanding of time. Now my Pepa is back to being just one whole person. Though adjustment is difficult this gives me hope; he is not a half, he is a whole.
Another thought to this statement, what seemed relevant to lil ol' me, is how we as singles are whole. I am not just a half looking for my other half. I am whole. God made me whole long before I was considering my search for a husband.
This is the opposite of what we are taught today. We are told over and over again by the media, chick flicks, southern culture and even youth group that we, as singles, need another person to be whole, we need to "find our other half" to be happy and successful. Though I am not discounting marriage or romantic relationships and I am not ready to declare myself single for life, I do want to make a point that I am a single and I am a whole person. Marriages are beautiful but also every little part of life can be beautiful, complete and a gift if looked at from the right perspective.