No, we didn’t have Luke Bryan’s song about how “rain makes corn, and corn makes whiskey” blaring over the speakers while getting ready on my wedding day. Nor did I want to. At that point, I was still hoping and praying with all of my might that the rain would hold off.
Through the whole wedding-planning process (after booking an outdoor venue), I refused to stress about the weather. Even the week prior, when the forecast was calling for rain. “I can’t control the weather, it’s either going to rain or it’s not” was what I told people over and over leading up to the wedding. It was in God’s hands, and I wasn’t about to doubt His plan. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t say about a million prayers for a day with moderate temperatures and no rain.
The morning of the wedding, we checked the radar constantly and it was nasty. I had my little breakdown around 12:00pm that day. As much as I knew I couldn’t control it, I was still mad that it was, at that point, inevitable that it was going to rain and rain hard. My venue coordinator checked with me almost every hour leading up to the wedding: “Are we going with the back-up plan for the ceremony?” My answer stayed the same: “Nope. We are going according to plan.” My prayers shifted from “Please don’t rain” to “At least hold off until after the ceremony.” Our ceremony was scheduled to start at 4:30pm. It began pouring (like, the sky opened up and bottomed out) around 2:30pm. My face was tight, and I knew there was no chance for outdoor pre-ceremony pictures with the girls or my first-look with Dad on the dock like was planned. But I still kept repeating in my head “It’s going to open up for the ceremony. It’s going to open up for the ceremony.”
Sure enough, right before the ceremony, it stopped raining. Guests started taking their seats, and I began telling people “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” The radar was calling for the rain to start right back up, so in my mind we only had a short window and I didn’t want to miss it. I remember sitting in the lodge by myself while all of the wedding party was lining up outside for the processional wondering what was taking so long, when someone came in to tell me that the DJ’s equipment got wet and they were struggling to get the music going. My heart started to race, and I became so nervous. This is not happening. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was told to line up outside with my Dad. I was standing behind the wedding party, and after what felt like another eternity where all I could do was focus on taking deep breaths, the processional music came on over the loud speakers. I remember breathing the biggest sigh of relief.
It sounds cliché, but the moment I locked eyes with my groom at the end of the aisle, nothing else mattered. I could not stop smiling. It didn’t matter that the grassy aisle was drenched, and I was stepping through puddles of mud to get to the end. And it didn’t matter that we were probably not going to be able to have lawn games out at our reception anymore. At the end of the day, I was going to be married to my best friend, and that was the important thing.
Getting back to the title of the post, the reason why I think rain on your wedding day is a good thing, boils down to one word: perspective. I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t bummed about the rain even a few days into our honeymoon. It took me a while to get to this point. It was still the best day of my life in every way, but I dwelled on the fact that the rain completely screwed up our timeline that day, and that a lot of the carefully thought-out set up and décor had to be shifted around or not put out at all. It didn’t go according to MY plan. A plan I had spent months and months perfecting. But everything did go according to HIS plan. I think with all of the hype of wedding planning today people get so caught up in the wedding itself and don’t focus as much on their future marriage. This was God’s way of putting things into perspective for me. Weddings are a lot of fun and a great celebration with those you love. But a wedding is a fleeting moment; marriage is eternal and one of the most beautiful testaments to God’s love for us.
I realize that this is a very trivial example of something not going my way. But the message remains the same no matter the situation: God’s plan is always much, much greater than any plan we could ever have for ourselves. He has a reason for everything, and even though we may not understand it or even like it, we have to trust in Him and have faith.