MENDED WINGS... episode 12

     No one could be more excited than Ella was, not only because it was a beautiful day with the sun shining effortlessly and birds chirping with glee, but also because it was her day, the day she was giving her hand in marriage to Joel Mason. What more joy could she have?
     She turned her head, allowing her eyes to wander briefly from one corner to the other, and smiled. How could so many people turn up for her wedding? she wondered. The church was full to its capacity. Perhaps because she wore a double cap in the church, first as the assistant head of ushering department and second as the sisters’ coordinator for the youth, or because she was getting married to the newly ordained youth pastor whom everyone loved. Either way, the day was beautiful. She smiled as she consented to marry Joel who in turn picked the ring on the Bible and slid it on her finger. If anyone cared to measure, her joy would overflow the measure.
     The program ended shortly after the new couple exchanged their vows, signed their marriage certificate, and danced in thanksgiving to God. Reception was even more splendid than she foresaw. She glanced at the right side of the hall and there they were gathered, gifts of various types and sizes, more than could be packed in one vehicle.
     “God is amazing,” she said under her breath. Only God could have done such a beautiful thing, she thought. Was she that good to have received all those gifts on her wedding? That couldn’t be the reason. It was a sign of heaven’s blessing on her marriage. Thank God she married Joel. She smiled at her thought. If her wedding were rated, it would be listed among the top ones. She couldn’t have wished for more. Her dress, his suit, accessories, and all they used were imported from overseas. She’d had her dream wedding. Now she’d look forward to having her dream marriage. All she knew was that she’d gotten the best, nothing could be better.

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