Know What to Expect
She is following me.
I take a right into my bedroom. She does, too. I walk into my bathroom. She toddles behind me.
I’m not surprised. When her parents are here, she’s all about holding on to mom and dad.
But they aren’t here this weekend. And when she stays with us, I’m her person. I like that. I’ve come to expect it.
I open the top drawer in my bathroom and pull out the toothpaste. As I brush my teeth, she watches me. But only for a few seconds.
She has other plans.
Unbeknownst to Me
She pulls on the bottom drawer in the bathroom, the one she can reach. It opens easily for her. I keep extras there: emery boards, dental floss, bobby pins.
But what she pulls out is not what I keep there.
Her hands go directly for the two items that don’t belong. A plastic white puzzle piece and a plastic blue puzzle piece.
She grabs them from the drawer, turns around, and walks out. She got what she came for.
I’m left alone to laugh and laugh. She had placed those puzzles pieces there another day, unbeknownst to me.
But she hadn’t forgotten she’d put them there. She remembered.
She has surprised me.
She’ll continue to surprise me.
If she can surprise me at sixteen-months-old, when I think my youngest granddaughter is predictable, how much more will she surprise me at ten years old? At seventeen? At twenty-four, if I’m still around, Lord willing?
Everyone contains surprises. Just when we think we have someone figured out, they’ll do something unexpected.
And we’ll be surprised.
I love being delighted by God’s surprises. He doles them out when I least expect them. His surprises are good ones, only the best from God. Sometimes they come through coincidences or through nature or through a toddling little grandchild.
And sometimes he even lets us surprise ourselves.
I want to remain open for surprises.
How will God surprise me today?
How often are you caught by surprise? When’s the last time you surprised yourself? Share your thoughts in the comments.
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