Sitting at his wooden Ikea table, I felt overwhelmed by the impossibility of planning the wedding of my dreams with the budget of my nightmares. Matt worked on Excel spreadsheets while organizing our funds and creating reception options. I—on the other hand—sat with my head in my hands and wondered how on earth we would throw a wedding together with nothing more than two nickels and a wish.

He worked for a church, I worked for a church, and neither of us were trust fund babies. Basically, we knew this was going to be an adventure. While Matthew clicked on the keys of his laptop, I grabbed my journal and began jotting down words, cutting out magazine clippings, and writing out prayers. My mother instilled in her children the belief that God, creator of the universe, galaxy, and atmosphere, also cared about our dreams, wishes, and desires. Quick to remember the echo of my mother in the recesses of my mind, I documented the audacious goals of what I wanted for my wedding day.

  • A fun party
  • Unique venue
  • Amazing food
  • Gorgeous flowers
  • Signature details

The laundry list continued on from the type of shoes I wanted to wear to the style I wanted for each chair. The list filled the entire page with two columns of bullet-pointed details. The final item on the list was something I couldn’t write down for almost two weeks. I read about girls whose aim was solely to get their wedding published in a magazine, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe that our pithy budget and calculated expenditures would even allow something of that nature to occur.

As the months passed by, I began finding the perfect vendors to make my dreams come true. I prayed for favor and blessing to be poured upon them because I knew they did Matt and I a favor by taking on our midweek vineyard wedding… and I knew a published wedding would do just that. I grabbed my journal and scribbled GET PUBLISHED on the lined pages.

The week after my wedding I grabbed a red pen and wrote in the margin of the lined pages each and every prayer that had been answered. From Jacky and I creating unique fans, to Louboutin shoes, to amazing food, and a photo booth, each request had been answered. Except one.

Most published weddings have lavish details and budgets quadruple the amount Matt typed into our Excel spreadsheet. BUT GOD! Mom always said, Keep your eyes focused on the BUT GOD sections of scripture.ย Whenever impossibilities seemed to linger, the phrase but Godย proved to be greater than statistics, more powerful than odds, and more blessed than riches.

Today—two years after our wedding—I get to write in the margin of my journal that God answered every single insignificant detail and request for our wedding. I’m so excited to share that our wedding was published in Great Britain’s Wedding Magazine in a glossy four page spread! Gaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Special thanks to my wombmate and BFF Jasmine* for documenting this day and allowing my dreams to come true.

To Jacqueline [flowers], Angel [planning], Jeni [rentals], Stephanie [photography], and Chef Bradley Ogden [food], thanks for making my dreams to come!

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