(First of all, if you don’t know who Celery is, see the post below titled “Phil and Celery”)
This whole Celery thing has gone a lot farther than I thought it would. Let’s do a little recap here:
1st…my attitude toward Celery is not the greatest (
that’s a kind way of saying it)
2nd…about three weeks ago, I have a dream about her. In the dream, Denny and I were with her and Phil in a cabin. While sitting at a dining room table, she shares her heart with me. As she shares her heart, I feel God’s presence immensely, and I feel a great love for her. As if
He poured
His love for her into my heart.
3rd…I wake up from the dream, and the love for her that was poured into my heart, remains.
4th…I tell you all about it on my blog.
5th…I later find out that she’s coming to Terre Haute, so I say, basically, “who knows, maybe I’ll see her, stranger things have happened…”
6th…I announce yesterday, Operation Celery…
7th…Which brings us to today…
I drove by the Toga on the way to work this morning…not too much happening there at 8am. I went to work and kept an eye on things through our “spy cam”. Still…not much going on. I was fairly busy this morning, so combine me being busy with “not much going on at Camp Celery”, and I almost just dropped the whole mission.
My partner in crime, Steve, had bowed out. So I turned to “Condo North” (my friend who sits to the right of me) I invited Cathy to the mission. She, of course, was up for some fun. (she always is.)
At about 10am, Cathy and I both slipped on our black coats and sunglasses, and walked side by side out of the building. At one point, while walking out of the building, I looked at her, and said “I feel like we look like the blues brothers all dressed in black and wearing sun glasses” she chuckled and said, “yes, and we’re on a mission from God” :-)
We headed out East to go to a McDonalds drive thru (Cathy was hungry), and then we headed to the airport where Celery was supposed to land. There were cops parked at the corner of 46 and Poplar, so we weren’t sure we could even make our way back to the airport, so we did a “drive by” first. It looked as if we could make it through, so Cathy, the aggressive one, said, “let’s go” (insert Blues Brothers music here). We went past the cops, and made it to the airport. We pulled in the airport parking lot. Cathy, again, not being shy, drove right up to the airport runway and parked by a fence. There were probably 100 people there standing a little ways down from where we parked. About the time we pulled in, Celery’s plane landed. We got out of the car and stood at the fence, and waited about ten minutes while all the entourage got out of the plane.
Then, there she was…Celery. She stepped down out of the plane. After immediately hugging a couple of people who were there to meet her, she turned to the crowd and waved. Then the unexpected happened…she made her way across the airport runway walking straight towards Cathy and I…Yikes God, I wasn’t really expecting to get to talk to her!
As she makes her way, a grandmother, who was standing next to us with her grandbaby, asked Cathy, “If Celery talks to the baby, will you take a picture?” and that is exactly what ended up happening. We were probably a foot away from Celery, with a fence in between us. But she came right over to where we were at. I had to move back a little because the crowd started moving in, and I was trying to lean back out of Cathy’s way so she could take the picture….but still, I had the opportunity to pray, not with her, but for her. As she stood not within four blocks of me, (previous post) but as she stood within two feet of me. Only you God, I said. Only you, would have made this whole series of events happen. From face to face in a dream…to face to face in reality.
When Cathy and I left, we talked about what the chances were of that happening. That she’d be in my dream. That God would bring her to my town. That we would “happen” to get out of the station, through the McDonald’s line, and to the airport, just in time for her plane to land. That she would happen to exit her plane, and make a bee line straight for us. What’s the chances of all those things working out just the way they did?
I’m not sure what that was all about. Was God just providing me some good entertainment? “I want you to pray for her Missy. Let me just bring her to you.”
