I went to a wedding this weekend. The bride and groom go to our church, they have a long history together. Many ups and downs, highs and lows. But through everything their love for each other was never squelched. Stephen performed the ceremony, I sat in the sound booth and my children sat on the back row of the church. I couldn't help, as I watched the wedding, listening to the music, watching them exchange vows, but think that in as short as 10 years Stephen and I could be experiencing a wedding from a different point of view. We have four children, we could have four weddings. Thankfully, 3 rehersal dinners and 1 wedding. God is so wise! I cried. Not ugly cried, you know, wedding cried. How is it that the day before I got on to my children so loudly that they were afraid my head may come off when it got through spinning? And today I cried thinking and knowing that we will have to let go of them one day. Not only let go but give them to someone else. I'm praying fo