As I see everything that surrounds me, observing the dress, the church, the people, my friends who were beside me, I cannot help but think of how incredibly wonderful a wedding truly is. The priest has struck me with his homily that the two are married NOT by money, friends nor their families; but in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. It is God who has chosen them, a man and a woman both dressed in white facing all the people who deserved to witness their matrimony. I couldn't be happier to be a part of it.
I was not a fan of weddings, having to witness several failed marriages and sufferings of people in my lifetime. The thing is, a marriage cannot survive with only the effort of either the wife or the husband, neither the both of them. It has to be something more than just living together, raising children, living a life of luxury or even, having to live a life of suffering. It is just more and I know that I cannot fully grasp this kind of life without me experiencing it for myself. I am scared that maybe this kind of life is for me, that it is my vocation, because I know for myself that I cannot do it. I am too proud, too selfish.
I do not know how to end this entry, because I am still hanging, still waiting of what is in store for me. I guess, there's really nothing I could do but be patient and just wait.
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