A little girl dreams of a marvelous wedding,
of food, family and rejoicing with friends.
But the Lord disrupted my wedding planning,
and in doing this shattered my childhood dream.
A wedding, a marriage, and then a child—
that’s the order in which life’s to be.
But I am with child without the marriage, (1)
and so there’s no celebration for me.
“Rejoice, O favored one! The Lord is with you!” (2)
I ponder these words in my heart.
But I’m far from home when my child is born
so I’ve nothing to give him but more broken dreams.
Years pass, and my son grows in wisdom and stature. (3)
At times I still grieve for my little-girl dreams.
The joy of weddings still brings me a sadness,
though I cherish the glimpses of favor I’ve seen.
I go with my son to a wedding celebration. (4)
When they run out of wine, my sadness grows.
“Fill the jars with water,” my son tells the servants. (5)
His gift of wine helps heal my soul.
My heart has been pierced—so many dreams broken—
and yet I’ve received this gift from the Lord:
I no longer miss my wedding celebration;
I’d much rather have the favor of the Lord.
Katerina Scott
(1) Luke 2:5
(2) Luke 1:28
(3) Luke 2:52
(4) John 2:1-2
(5) John 2:7
