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he bride and groom spoke their wedding vows in a garden outside a rustic cabin with the scent of lilacs in bloom and newly emerged butterflies dancing amidst the guests. The reception was in an adjacent field. It was a beautiful, sunny day – June 12, 2004 – and it couldn’t have been more perfect had a professional arranged every intricate detail. There was a wedding planner – but not the kind typically used. The wedding planner for this blessed event was the Lord himself.

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