Yeah, you heard me.
This weekend (Friday, Janurary 25th at 5:34pm to be exact), I asked the most beautiful and fascinating lady in the world to marry me, and for some reason beyond my comprehension, she said yes. It was one of the most exciting and glorious moments in my entire life.
From my own observations, people want two things after an engagement: to see the ring and hear the story. In those two things lies a huge social expectation: to have a good ring and to have a good story. If you want to see the ring, you are gonna have to talk to my fiancé; however, I can tell you the story right now.
We went to downtown Jackson, MS in hopes to catch the sunset while on the roof of a tall building. We tried several different buildings, but it was no go. Finally, after much sneaking, weaving, winding, and adventuring, we made it to the very very top of the Marriott Hotel which happens to be one of the taller buildings downtown. We got all the way to the top, and what do you know, there was a door to the roof! I was so excited that I could make this happen for us, but when we tried to open it..locked. My heart sank. I knew I couldn’t ask her now. We went back downstairs to find another way up, but there was nothing else we could do. So there we were, in a stairwell looking at a beautiful sun setting over a fantastic view of the city through the window of a locked door. I was confused and nervous. My heart was beating so hard and fast, I could feel it in my forehead.
“What do I do?”
“Should I still ask her?”
These questions were zooming through my mind. Heart throbbing and sweat pouring, I turned and looked at her. It was completely quiet. We were completely alone. And I was absolutely ready to make her mine. So before I knew it, I was on one knee asking the most important question of my life.
And she said “yes.”
In that moment of perfect happiness and absolute bliss, it didn’t matter where we were. It didn’t matter that the door was locked. It didn’t matter that I had actually spent hours that morning calling every building in Jackson begging them to let us on their roof with no luck. It didn’t matter that for months I had been thinking and prepping and preparing for a different evening consisting of coastal suprises, covered piers over still waters, christmas lights, candles, hanging pictures, and sunsets on the bayou. It didn’t matter that everything just kinda fell through. It didn’t matter that after everything was said and done, we wound up in a stairwell.
And It didn’t matter that the picture wasn’t perfect. Quite frankly, it never really is.
What mattered is that I got to tell a girl that I loved her more that anything else in the entire world, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I got to tell her that she was my absolute favorite, and I am willing to give of myself to see her loved and valued. She is going to be mine, and I am going to be hers. And the very best part is, we get to serve God together, better than we could apart, and we get to be an everyday picture of the very same Gospel that makes known the vast and incredible righteousness of God which saves us.
How it happened probably wasn’t exactly how she would have pictured it, and it wasn’t even close to how I would have pictured it. But its our story, our memory, and our starting point for the rest of our lives. And just like in life, unexpected things happen. Plans fall through. Things don’t turn out as glamorous as you hoped. But you make the best of it, and it turns out more beautiful than you could have ever thought or imagined.
So, here’s to all of you guys out there trying real hard to have a good story. Don’t get down if plans have to go differently, and don’t lose focus on what is most important. I have a future wife now, and I am so flippin pumped. Thanks be to God.
P.S.- My future wife’s name is Ruth Ann. She’s real pretty and has a blog. If you want to be encouraged big time, check it out.