An unusual dress code for a wedding.

Barefeet.

Yep. No shoes, please. And in Liverpool of all places. But my goodness it was a fantastic wedding. The first one I'd been to where the couple getting married were my peers and my friends.

For the first time, I came away from a wedding feeling encouraged. I was so happy for them, so thankful to God and so amazed by the blessings we have from him. He's just so good was my resounding thought. I was really happy that I felt this way, that I left content and praising God rather than lamenting the fact that I had no prospect of getting engaged in the near future. I'm only 20 years old, honestly, I have the rest of my life to be married to someone. I once read though that what most people want is a wedding. They want a day - a party, a dress, a walk down the aisle, friends and family and the anticipation of a wedding night. Marriage is another thing altogether. That's the part where you realise that that person is actually going to be there everyday and you need to love them, all of them, for as long as you both shall live. Girls fantasise over colour schemes and flowers and the music they'll dance to, not necessarily about what it looks like to submit to, respect and honour their husbands. I'm not sure if it's common for girls to daydream about marriage.

That being said, it's still a wonderful gift, a beautiful way in which two people can witness Christ's love for us and I'm looking forward to it - if it is God's plan for me.