Turn (Subtitle: Prayer for the Yeti)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Lord, Turn

He turns the Earth; He turns the sun;
He turns around the feet that run;
He turns the cheeks of wicked men;
and turns our thoughts to beauty, then

He turns the tides; He turns the calf;
He turns to favor ruler's wrath;
He turns the folded tables gold;
He turns the clock, then we're old.

He turns his eyes; He turns the score;
He turns the key that opens doors;
He turns up and down the noise;
He turns to life what life destroys.

He turns the wheel; It spins all way.
And while it spins, He holds the clay.

An installment in series of serieses--all entitled "The Mess"

I'm pretty sure I was born a mess. Had there been a Baby Born Beautiful reality show in Tulsa in '81, I would have been dubbed November's "Aaaw, Poor Thing." My desk is covered with an artful sugar-mold spilling markers, a lamp, a stack of CDs, a harmonica, an iron, and a postcard of King Bhumibol Adulyadej. My habits haven't changed much from the chaotic ones of that freshly-born Aubrey and I am often pretty disturbed by that.

A few years ago, a dear friend gave me a green mug with indigo flowers on it with a card that said in part, "He sees your messes and they don't frighten Him." I think I'm starting to get it. Here's how:

Waterdeep was a band that started back in Kansas and toured a bit in Missouri when I was in college. Back then, Lorie was pretty newly married to Don, and Don was still telling stories about the dorms of KU. I love music, and they were absolutely my favorite concert. Every time.

So, years passed. I moved to Atlanta and hadn't seen the Chaffers in concert for a while. I'd built a serious craving. So, when I heard they were coming to town with Sandra McCracken and Derek Webb, I was pumped. ENTER:MESS 1. I waited too long to get tickets (trying to figure out if we had enough going to get a table). 2. I did not get cash to pay for tickets at the door.

Ten minutes before the early show was scheduled to start, I was cruising around D-town looking for an ATM. I had checked a few minutes prior and knew they only had a few tickets left for that show. Stressed! Five minutes before the show, my friends were arriving to meet me. We arrived at the door right before the show was to start. I was absolutely hopeless by this point and so frustrated with "the mess". The man ahead of us in line said to Noah, the worker dude, "Hey, I have three extra seats at my table. My wife couldn't come after all. So, if you want to give them away, I'm game."

I said, "Hey, could we sit with you?"

How many seats did we need? 3
Where was this table? Front and Center--Spitting Distance--Table the FIRST
Which show was it? The early.
How was the show: Kick buttocks, hard.
What's the POINT (already)?

God knows us inside and out and is absolutely n o t intimidated by the things that look like messes. He's going to do what He's going to do, but He listens to those who talk with Him.

I'm saying (errr...screeching), "Do you SEE this disaster?!"
He's saying, "Don't worry; I've got it."
I'm saying, "What have I done?!"
He's saying, "It's nothing I can't handle. I'm bigger than you."
I'm saying, "I did everything I could and look what happened!! What a MuhESS!"
He's saying, "I know, Aubrey. My way is better. :) "


  1. I freaking love all the parts of this post. I wish we were still almost neighbors.

  2. AAAhhhh! Aubrey, this is why we were roomies in college. We are sadly peas in a pod! I married a neat freak who is always looking at the heaps on my desk asking me if I paid the bills! I totally understand your mess story. God knows how he made us and He loves us this way (even when I don't love myself this way!). Your post made me wish we were incollege again for a weekend!


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