The sky- oh, it was in rosy pink hues. Golden. And the sun's rays were just beginning to peak over the mountain tops surrounding our little valley.
I was driving to work the other morning at my almost usual time of 5:40 in the morning. I'd begun to cherish these short drives at such stillness, knowing that I won't have that the remainder of the day. And when I saw the sky... when I saw the illuminated cross as I drove up a hill nearby... I gave a little gasp: " There's my Groom." 
I don't even know what brought that about. I started and gave a small giggle after I said the words, and my eyes grew wide.
What I had just said... was something He's been trying to plant in my heart lately.  And oh, this is the longest engagement ever.
But He calls me His bride.

I, the filthiest of sinners. Am one He calls beloved.
He is my Love.