We wait for our bridegroom. Our lamps lit in the window, day and night; so that upon His return, He’ll know that we are ready. And we surely are, what with the extra oil on hand, and His righteousness adorning us.

Eager anticipation builds. We know that He is readying Himself and the place of our marriage.  Upon His Father’s approval of His preparation, He will come for us.

A trumpet blares! Never hearing it before, it is recognizable. Lightning flashes! And there He is! He beckons and calls out to us. What a majestic voice. Breathlessly, we rise to the occasion. He has brought along some angelic friends to accompany us, and off we go to the wedding.

Upon arrival we meet the Father. He places our hand into the hand of our bridegroom. We’re told that this is called The Presentation. At that moment we become His wife.

He, our husband, then takes us to the place He’s prepared for us. There, He introduces us to all who have come to celebrate the marriage feast.

He shows us off to the celestial assembly. We glow! There is neither a spot nor a wrinkle on us. Unlike where we come from though; here, the husband is honored instead of the bride. He is honored not because of who we are, but because of what He’s made us.

Poems have been composed. Songs are sung—all honoring Him, as they appreciate our perfect beauty and grace.

We are so proud of Him. We honor Him ourselves.

We love Him so much!