Hey, friend! Thank you for taking some time to read about one of my favorite days ever ~ the first day of our marriage! I highly recommend putting on a playlist of hymns or crankin’ Love is a Beautiful Thing. Be sure not to miss some of my favorite photos at the very end!
High King of Heaven, my victory won
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heav’n’s Sun
Heart of my own heart, whate’er befall
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all
I heard my entrance song as I stood behind the chapel doors with my dad. It was finally time to be with my groom, from this moment on. My empty hands were shaking from the emotions and cool May air, but something felt off. Right before two of my best friends opened the doors I realized what it was – my empty hands!
“My bouquet!” I gasped.
Before I could blink Laura hiked up her dress and ran to the back of the chapel to grab my flowers. The three of us stood in the shock of her abrupt absence before nervous laughter quietly arose. “I hope they didn’t hear you!” Kellie said. I was more concerned with what everyone thought about my delayed arrival, but before I knew it my bouquet was back in my hands, and the doors swung open.
The sea of familiar faces overwhelmed me, even though we had less than 45 guests in attendance. My eyes found my groom, and all of the jitters were replaced with peace. I remembered what Esther, my good friend and one of my photographers, said about walking too quickly down the aisle. Just c r a w l – soak it in, she told me. I let the overwhelming peace keep my feet from running to my Silas, at least for the second half of the aisle.
Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.
My father walked me down the aisle, and my mother met us at the front. They stood there, together, as they gave me away. A marriage that brought me into this world, a marriage that I was so blessed to grow up under the care of, was now giving me to my beloved. I gripped my groom’s hands: we’re finally here, my person: my forever person.
The day we had prayed over, the day we were longing for, the day we started our marriage was finally here. Pastor Francis preached the gospel, Silas’ father Scott read Scripture and prayed over our marriage. It wouldn’t be truthful to say I clearly heard every word they spoke, but I felt their words affecting my soul. As the gospel, the precious gospel was preached I clung to the truth and the comfort of my Lord Jesus Christ. Gratitude for my redeemed life and for the gift of being a wife washed over me, as I had to keep reminding myself all of the good news was not a dream – God is truly this good. We danced in place, our feet wriggling around with joy we could not contain.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; though not seeing him now, you believe in him, and you rejoice with inexpressible and glorious joy, because you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
Pastor led us through our vows. I had never had so many emotions or felt so much power to crush every lie this culture has ever spoken of love. I felt the presence of my family, both new and old, and our most dear friends. I looked into the face of my groom, who did all he could to hold back the tears that were threatening to wash his face; but he couldn’t stop the love and joy from shining through, brighter than I’d ever seen. I never knew it was possible to tangibly see the love someone has for you in quite the way my Silas showed me.
I gained a complete understanding of his apprehension to write our own vows as he steadily leaned into the promises he repeated after Pastor, the power of the covenant completely overtaking his emotions. I squeezed his hands in support, as it was my turn to do the same. I spoke slowly, carefully, as to fulfill what Pastor instructed me to do: burn these words on Silas’ heart.
We love because he first loved us.
With the cross behind him, as a reminder to all of Who was unifying us in this covenant, Pastor preached about how Jesus washed his disciples’ feet. As an ultimate act of service out of love, Jesus knelt down and performed an act so profound it stunned those closest to him. One even tried to stop Jesus, for he didn’t understand why his leader was humbling himself to the lowest position possible to serve him.
One of the reasons marriage is sanctifying is because you’re constantly pushed out of your selfishness – to put your spouse’s needs above your own – to kneel down and humble yourself to love them as the Lord does. Silas and I started off our marriage kneeling down, pouring water, and drying off freshly cleaned feet. It was overwhelmingly powerful, as we replicated how our Lord served those twelve. My heart was filled with gratitude as my new husband carefully took off my strappy sandals, and I was completely overjoyed to follow in serving him the same way.
If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you.
In those tender moments of my new husband scrubbing my feet with his hands, I was completely humbled into receiving his love and commitment to me in a very tangible way. In a flash, I became overcome with his grace and subtly tried to hurry him along. He looked into my eyes and gently urged me to slow down. It turns out this is a reminder I would need more than just the first day of marriage. Slow down and enjoy this moment. Slow down and let love change your heart. Slow down and realize you have the gift of salvation, you are redeemed, all because you belong to a God who laid his life down for you – and now are married to a man willing to love you imperfectly in that same way.
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
’til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Confident in our covenant because of Christ, we were pronounced Mr. & Mrs. Silas Myrick and were sent off in celebration to begin this life of ours together.
Thankfully I had a reminder to grab my bouquet on the way out – some things never change, even with a new last name.
Special thanks to Ziegler Photography for the Featured Photo.