Years ago when I worked in the "ministry" realm, I remember walking through John 3, about this guy John the Baptist. He was Jesus' cousin. His role it seemed was to act as a kind of final herald, announcing the coming of his cousin who so happened to be the Son of God. (Which, as I write it, makes me realize how preposterous sounding so much of Christianity really is). In chapter 3, there is a dialogue he has with some other Jews about how it must feel to be outdone by his cousin, and "aren't you jealous?" John's response is, "Is a Best Man jealous when the Groom and Bride finally are brought together and married? My joy is like that, delighting in the marriage, glad to be 2nd string." I often read this as how I should see my "place" in "ministry." And it sounds a humble spot, so noble, so sacrificial, and amongst churchies their number is legion.
But that isn't reality.
Apparently I am not the "Best Man" in this scenario. I am, you are the beloved bride the groom came walking down that metaphorical aisle to marry, love, and cherish, and go the distance with. As a guy the metaphor would seem to be lost, and often is on most men. Somehow, though, it makes sense to me and the less I try and place myself in the 2nd string position, the less I try and dismiss His deep love and intimate movement towards me... the more free I am and the more at ease in my skin, become myself - which ultimately is how a marriage should be.