Okay, this isN’T a cry for a husband.

As I’m making flags, I thought about my wedding. Some things will be very different.

I won’t be wearing white to prove my purity. I KNOW my purity. My dress will be unique: hand made by me and ice-dyed.

I won’t have a bouquet. I’ll have a flag to match my dress, which I’ll toss at the end (instead of a bouquet).

I won’t walk down the aisle. I’ll dance with my flag.

I won’t have someone giving-me-away. I’m God’s, and He’ll be dancing with me.

The reception will be a ONE worship gathering for people to come and go as they please. Twenty-four hours of nonstop worship devoted to my Husband, before I start life with my husband.

Anyway, those are some thoughts swimming through my head. I wonder if it’ll all happen.