It was only a few weeks before my wedding. Invitations had yet to be sent and guest accommodations needed to be arranged. There was friction between family members over how they thought I should do things. I also had to study for an exam that could have a major impact on my career. These conflicting demands were enough to make me wonder if I should be taking the test or getting married. I became irritable, moody, and short-tempered. Then my skin broke out, too.
I had a picture in mind of what the "perfect wedding" was.
Since all of it seemed to revolve around pressure, I prayed specifically for calm, for more certainty in God's government of events. Pressure, I thought, is just worry over responsibilities we've put on ourselves, a fear that things are out of control and we'll lose out in the end. But God is the One in control. And His plan, I reasoned, is that we should love one another with the same love He so freely gives each of us.
