On Being Invited

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Photo: Devon Donnahoo Photo

I sent this set of gently water-colored, hand-lettered wedding stationery clear across the Atlantic to an elopement in France a few weeks ago. If you had told me last year this time I would have my own design studio and be launching my own paper co., I would have laughed.

In less than a year, I’ve created bespoke {that’s wedding world language for custom} stationery suites for 9+ styled photography shoots all over north and central FL (and this one in France).  Many of which were featured in national level online industry publications.  The encouragement and feedback has been overwhelming.  Now I am creating for brides and event planners, as well as businesses.  It gives a whole new meaning to my lifelong pretty paper obsession.

Last year in July as I played with paint while camping at my folks in between abodes, Jesus whispered, “You design wedding invitations.”  I replied, “Awww that is such a lovely symbolic picture Jesus.  How fun.”

Again He whispered: “No. You design wedding invitations.”

“Yes Jesus, living out Your love invitation to the world around me to come to know more of Who You are. What a beautiful thing.”

“Beloved, no, You.  Design.  Wedding.  Invitations.”

And less than 48 hours later, I had managed to stumble into the wedding industry with my first set for a styled shoot here locally.  I finally figured out He meant literally.

With every invitation suite I create, with each lettered line and painted page, the symbolism of Jesus’ heart of love for us seeps even deeper into my own.

I am reminded of another wedding invitation from the story Jesus told about a king who threw a wedding feast for his son.  But the guests who were invited scoffed at the invitation and went about their own business. They didn’t even bother to RSVP.

“Then he [the king] said to his servants, ‘The wedding is ready, but those who were invited were not worthy. Therefore go into the highways, and as many as you find, invite to the wedding.’ So those servants went out into the highways and gathered together all whom they found, both bad and good. And the wedding hall was filled with guests.” (Matt 22:8-10)

Being invited, like being named, is a deeply powerful thing. 

And we are invited. You are invited.  I am invited.

We’re invited to dance into the wild love story of eternity.  Into the embrace of the singing Father who has our names carved into hand.  Into the embrace of the Son Whose love held Him to the cross and then left death an empty grave.  Into the embrace of the Spirit who fills us and spills out God’s love into our hearts.  Into the love relationship of Trinity that is far deeper than any of us can even begin to imagine.  Into the adventure of the ages. We are invited.  Not because of what we have done or achieved or become.  But because of Who He is.  And Who He is, is Love.

Where ever you are on your journey, please know I am so grateful for you being here.  You are loved, invited, chosen, wanted and treasured so much more than you know.