It was the night before my wedding. The dress and veil I had made while living on the ship, starred at me from up on a hook on the wall. I snuggled down for the last time into my single bed, my last night alone. Soon I would wake up to a world of unknowns.
God held the rain back for most of our wedding the next day. Under a large white tent 200 of us gathered, surrounded by towering beautiful Spanish mountains. Friends and family from around the world filed into their seats, while I sat alone in a nearby building. My dad walked in to get me. I will never forget his huge smile. There were few things in life that lifted my heart like that smile.
I proudly took his arm and we were soon walking down the isle. There was Pontus. Up at the front. Smiling and waiting for me.
The music started from a small CD player held up by a friend of ours. Our musicians and sound equipment had never arrived, but thanks to my college roommate Laura, we opened one of our wedding gifts early... a CD player! He was thankful he didn't have to sing the tune.
I passed many a friend, but couldn't take my eyes off the one I was walking towards. This was it. I was leaving all that I knew and committing to a life with someone I had known for only a couple of years. I was in God's hands. I didn't know the future, but God did. I could make this huge decision, not because I was "in love", but because I trusted the God we both followed.
My peace lied far above Pontus or anything that was happening that day.
With rice still in my dress and flowers on our windshield, we drove away in pouring rain. It was a two hour drive to a hotel just minutes from the beach in the city I grew up in, San Sebastian. Unlike what I had seen at American weddings, I didn't have another dress to change into, so I must have been quite the sight when we stopped for gas on the way. With drenched hair and holding up my long muddy dress tail, I ran into the gas station store to get a bottle of water. Standing at the cash register like a runaway bride, I happily told the whole store I had just gotten married. As if they couldn't guess.
Soon we arrived to the hotel, where we got more stares. The next morning at breakfast, the waiters winked at us and said: "Ah! you both are the ones that arrived last night in wet wedding clothes!"
For two days I was able to show my new husband where I grew up. We walked the streets, I told him stories, and we had a "cafe con leche" at the local bar. Barefoot, we walked the beach in the evening, the same beach where I would walk my dog with my parents when I was young. Those same stars were still there. The same moon that had followed me around the world was there too.
The third day of our honeymoon, my parents took us to the airport and we embarked on the first big chapter of our life together: Sweden. Another step I could take in peace, only when reminded of who's hands I was in. God's.
Pontus and Becky Karnsund have four children ages 11-16. Pontus was born and raised in Sweden and Becky was born and raised in Spain (American parents). They met in Mexico, got engaged at the top of the Eiffel Tower, married in Spain, and moved to Sweden where Pontus completed his Masters degree in theology. After Sweden, they lived in Spain for 6 years, then transferred over to Arizona for 7 years, where Pontus was involved in pastoring, church plant training, and church consulting. In 2016 they moved to Holly Springs, North Carolina, to start a new church.
Pontus & Becky Karnsund
PO Box 756
Holly Springs, NC 27540
We write not because we think we are good writers, but because we want to share with you a journey God has us on. We write not to point to us, but to the amazing, merciful, good, and gracious Father we all have access to through Jesus.