Friday, January 29, 2010
the selection of venue

We visited the Studio Gallery on R Street NW just to make sure that wasn't the better route to take. After touring the space, we quickly realized it was a great concept but that this particular rowhouse didn't fit our aesthetic, number of guests and overall needs. I'm so glad we agreed.
And although the penthouse isn't exactly perfect either, we know that it has the most to offer. All we need is a blank canvas for our creativity. The rest is up to Him.
Friday, January 15, 2010
the inspiration for venue

It's personal. It's intimate. It's ours. How inviting to bring guests into the most private of atmospheres. God brought to my mind Lydia again. She invited people into her home for ministry and fellowship. I want that to be our legacy.
On the 12th floor overlooking the lights of Washington, D.C.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
the venue 1
I don't have a photo because I don't have a venue. And it's getting really frustrating. But I will not fear. Strength will rise as I wait upon the Lord.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
the decor

Tuesday, January 12, 2010
the dress

I selected a small army of dresses that I thought represented my aesthetic: simple, smooth, clean. I tried them all - from slim and slender to big and poofy. Then at last, hanging there in perfection was a dress that whispered my name saying, "Angela, aren't I gorgeous? Don't you love all my intricate and ornate details?" Did I, I asked myself. I tried to ignore it but couldn't tear myself away. When the cathedral-length veil was placed on my head, my search was over, and I was a bride.
In a similar fashion, that dress has the set the tone for the rest of my preparation. Every ounce of my control over what I think I want has been replaced by God's desire to plan this thing Himself. (Apparently, He's a wedding planner by day.) Again and again, He has shown me that no perfect venue, no perfect meal, no perfect set of decorations will triumph more than the perfection of His Presence showing up to make Himself known on that day in May. I can't begin to understand what He's planning. Everyday I wake up ready to discover the newest details of His wedding. I'm just following Him relentlessly in my fabulous dress.