Learning to Soar for Jesus

Learning to Soar for Jesus

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Turn the 6 Around...

I signed on the dotted line on 6/13.

It was Friday the 13th.  Hey, what better day to sign divorce papers than that?

But that date...6/13...was stuck like taffy to my thoughts.  

This date, Chels, look at it. Look, The Lord whispered. 

I'm gonna turn it all around, He whispered. 

And then, as I stared at the 6/13 that flashed in my thoughts, the six began to turn, until 180 degrees later, it stopped as a 9. 

It then read 9/13. 

I'm gonna turn it all around, Chels

My eyes snapped open, my eyelashes fluttering away at the fog of the dream I'd just had. 

Turn it all around? I thought. What does that mean?

I shook my head and realized how silly I was to be mulling over this. 

It means, I told myself, you need to quit eating mac and cheese before bed. 

But neatly, I folded the dream and put it securely away in the back pocket of my mind.

That was three days ago. 

I awoke early on Saturday morning to the blissful news that I'd been called off from work for the day. Woohoo! Finally a weekend day off from work, and Harlow was away for the weekend, so I was also mommy-duty free. 

Whatever will I do with myself?!

After a perfectly peaceful afternoon and early evening of leisurely buggy-less shopping around town with Brooks, the two of us headed back toward my parents' house for an intimate dinner party. 

But he took an unexpected turn just shy of my neighborhood and into Edwin Warner Park. 

It was where we had once slow danced to "Whenever You Come Around" as it repeatedly blasted from his car speakers. 

"Let's go in here for a few minutes," he said sweetly.  "I have a present to give you. But first, would you dance again with me?"

"Of course," I replied. 

After several twists and turns down the wooded road, we found a small empty pavilion and pulled over. 

He sounded love songs once more through his car, and the world stopped spinning so that we could spin on our grassy dance floor.

I was lost in the romance, in the crispness of the early September breeze, in the melody of the music. Everything else melted away.

He backed away gently, telling me to stay put while he got my present.  He quickstepped to the trunk of his car and emerged with a folded blanket.  He held up the corners and let it fall open before letting it gracefully parachute down onto the lawn.

He ushered me to have a seat on the blanket while he strolled once more to the trunk of his car, this time reappearing with a modest-sized box, carefully wrapped and topped with a pink bow.

Sitting beside me on the blanket, he handed me the box and urged me to open it.

I began to take apart the wrapping, and as the paper peeled away, I immediately knew what it was.

Months earlier, I had told him that one of my most prized possessions was my Bible.  But not just any Bible--my HCSB Bible.  It was my "push present" after giving birth to Harlow, but the loveliness associated with it had become tainted in the past year.  After all, it was engraved with my married name--and had been given to me by the one who gave me that name.

I loved the Bible but cringed every time I looked at it, so I had told Brooks that someday, I wanted the same Bible with hopefully a brand new married name.

The wrapping paper fell in shreds at my side, and my heart leapt as I saw the cover of my new Bible.

With a new last name engraved on it.

I looked up at him, my eyes brimming with joy.

"But wait!"  he quickly added.  "There's more!"

He hoisted the Bible onto my lap, and I could see that there were four pieces of paper nestled within various pages.  The bookmarks were elegantly numbered in silvery penmanship, and he explained that each tab marked a specific page he had wanted me to read.

The first tab directed me to Proverbs 31:10-31--the renowned verses that describe a godly wife and mother--and beside it, he had written, "You are the embodiment of this passage!"

I couldn't hold in the tears as he lovingly told me that he had prayed his whole life to find a Proverbs 31 woman.  He told me how he had come to believe that such a woman didn't even exist anymore until he met me.

My cries of joy splattered on the pages of my new gift, while he helped me turn to the second tab, which sat beside Mark 11:22-24 (concerning having faith to move mountains), the note reading, "My favorite passage!"

He told me how he had had to believe that if that passage were true, that he would have to trust that God would bring a Proverbs 31 woman into his life.

The third tab was tucked in Philippians 4:4-7, which he noted was the passage of Scripture that spawned the Brentwood Baptist sermon about joy on the day we met.

And tab number four rewound me to the very front of the Bible, where he had filled out the first page.

It read:

Presented to
Chelsea Kathryn Parker
by
Brooks Edward Parker
on
September 13, 2014
(the day of our engagement)

I looked at the parenthetical phrase and whipped my head up to look him in the eye.

WHAT?! I said with the most irreverant tone.

He smiled knowingly and replied, "I think we should talk."

I began to sob as he told me how he didn't feel as though he needed a big production for this moment, since God had already made something extraordinary out of all of the ordinary moments of his life since we had met.

He told me how much he loved me and then asked me if I could stand.

He helped me up and dropped to one knee.

"You've already made me the happiest man in the world, so all that's left to do is to ask you,

Will you be my wife?"

I took his chin in my hand, looked in those blue eyes and whispered through a full smile,

Yes!

**More surprises were to come, as he had arranged for a photographer to hide in the bushes to capture the proposal and had our parents and his brother and sister-in-law to have a surprise engagement celebration for us back at the house!**

In the previous year, I had been through absolute hell. But the Lord turned what happened on 6/13 around on 9/13.

I had lived a nightmare, and now God has blessed me with a divinely crafted fairy tale.

When He turned the "6" around, He turned it all around.

Do you believe it yet??  Do you see yet how He can work beauty even in the ashes?

He turned me around.  My life around.

He can turn you around.

He can turn anything around.

Oh happy day, friends!!