Alternate title: That time I had an amazing time at my friend’s wedding but also Ubered to the wrong location, missed the rehearsal, and then regrettably smashed my phone against a railing in a fit of rage, damaging it beyond repair.
First things first- my friend’s wedding was incredible. It was at the Highlands Country Club in upstate New York, and the whole thing felt like a fairy tale. It was so so so much fun to catch up with college friends, dance all night, enjoy amazing food + wine, and of course, stand beside my friend as she married the love of her life.
I also want to share the not-so-great parts of the weekend, which, to be perfectly clear, had nothing to do with my friend’s wedding and everything to do with myself. I so desperately want my writing to be genuine, and I never want to gloss over the imperfect and messy parts of life or curate some unrealistic view of myself. If I ever begin doing that, husband and best friends: please let me know!
So basically on Friday evening, I completely messed up and had Josh and I Uber out to the wedding venue instead of the restaurant for the rehearsal, and once we got there we realized we were an hour away from where we were supposed to be. We tried using Uber/Lyft again but neither were available in that area, and our first Uber driver was already long gone. A very kind staff member at the country club drove us to a nearby train station, but then we realized trains only came every hour and went to Manhattan, which was still far away from where we needed to be. If we had utilized the trains, it would have been cheaper, but we also would have gotten back way after the rehearsal + dinner had finished.
I was so mad at myself. I had made a dumb mistake and it made me miss my friend’s wedding rehearsal. We also soon discovered that the only way to make it to the restaurant in time (and by “in time” I mean 2 hours late instead of missing it completely) was to take a taxi, which was going to cost us triple digits. Cue the hysterics. As I was throwing a temper tantrum and acting a fool, Josh was calmly calling a taxi service and trying to make sure his wife maintained some semblance of dignity. Unfortunately, before he could talk sense into me I whacked my handbag angrily against a railing, not thinking that my phone was in there and would be smashed into several pieces. Whoops. (The silver lining? It was actually really nice having a phone-free weekend!)
Once we finally got into the taxi and were headed towards the restaurant, my sweet husband took my hand and looked me in the eye and said, “Megan. What really matters here?”
In that moment I realized how silly my little freak-out was. I had been so mad at my own mistake, worried that it had hurt my friend, and also angry about spending unnecessary money. But guess what? My friend was so gracious about it. The money doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. And, God’s grace is big enough to cover all of my mistakes and sins, even if I am unable to muster up the grace to forgive myself.
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” -2 Corinthians 12:9
All in all, it was such a lovely weekend and Josh and I both had a blast at the wedding. I feel like God brought something really beautiful out of my own sin and selfishness, and that was a renewed perspective on the enormity of His grace and on what truly matters as we live life here on earth. Despite the fact that I apparently have anger management issues and an often graceless heart, Jesus continues to pursue me in my brokenness, and for that I am thankful.
A Continual Feast 