The months passed quickly, filled with planning, fasting, prayer, and countless calls to organize every detail of our wedding. We worked as a team, always turning to God first, always honoring Him in every decision. Every day brought us closer, not only to our wedding, but to the purpose God had set aside for our union.
Finally, the day arrived.
Our wedding day.
From the moment I opened my eyes that morning, I felt wrapped in peace. The kind of peace that only comes from God. The kind of peace that whispers, “This is My will. Walk in it.”
Our wedding ceremony was everything we had hoped for—holy, reverent, and filled with the presence of God. The church glowed with candles, incense filled the air, and the priests surrounded us with prayers and blessings that felt ancient and eternal. As we exchanged our vows, I felt my heart tremble. Not from nerves, but from overwhelming gratitude.
God had taken two separate lives, living in two different countries, and woven them together into one beautiful story.
After the ceremony, surrounded by priests, deacons, family, friends, and our church community, we celebrated with joy. The Mezmur and blessings, it all felt like a glimpse of heaven.
Then, as the limo pulled up to the reception hall, something unexpected caught my eye.
A horse.
A beautiful horse standing near the entrance, decorated with traditional accents. For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But then the driver smiled, and my husband gently squeezed my hand.
“I wanted to bring a piece of home to our wedding,” he said softly. “I wanted your entrance to be honorable, and as beautiful as our culture.”
I was amazed and deeply touched. My heart swelled with gratitude and love, realizing how much thought and care he had put into honoring me.
I had never imagined something so thoughtful, so meaningful. As I climbed onto the horse, surrounded by cheering family and loved ones, a wave of joy and gratitude washed over me, it felt truly amazing.
People clapped, laughed, and celebrated as I entered the reception hall on a horse with grace, honor, and joy. My parents were beaming, my friends were screaming with excitement, and even the priests smiled with delight. The whole moment felt like a blessing wrapped in sunlight.
The reception was filled with Mezmur, laughter, and endless love. Every moment was a reminder of God’s generosity. Of His goodness. Of His perfect timing.
That night, after the Mezmur softened and the hall emptied, I sat beside my husband and looked at him with a full heart.
Everything God had promised… He fulfilled.
Everything I had prayed for… He delivered.
Everything He prepared me for… it was now unfolding.
And I knew deep in my soul:
This was only the beginning of the life God had destined for us.
To be continued…
Tewahedo Orthodox Girl 