This past Sunday our friend Mark mentioned his
friend Terry Esau had written several books, one of which is the invitation, "Surprise Me, God". In Terry's words:
"What if you started the next thirty days with those three words?" I'm
in!
I'm cognizant of the fact that every day is filled with
miracles/surprises from God; I also know I'm often oblivious to said miracles, and miss the chance to thank Him. I jumped into this idea with the sole intent
of discerning those gifts and acknowledging His work in my day.
Monday July 9 was day one for me, and as I talked with God in the
early morning hours, I asked him to surprise me. And I asked Him to help me
notice, to sharpen my discernment.
Anticipation can be sweet torture, but waiting on the Lord has
become an easier discipline for me in the last few years. I often say, “Life’s
an adventure; what’s God got planned for me next?” But lately I have noticed I’m
also intrigued by the timing God chooses. I want to ask Him, “Why did such and
such happen that particular day or moment or year?” It’s not petulant childish
impatience, it’s pure, delightful curiosity and marveling at His perfect
design.
So Monday morning, the temperature was thankfully down from the
last few weeks and Andrew and I are outside working on the front lawn (and his “work
ethic”, the lesson we hope to impart this summer, God willing!).
The mail carrier arrived as we were edging the lawn. It was our
usual carrier, a woman I consider an “old hippy”, about my age. She usually
parks across the street from our house, loads up her bag and heads down the
street, delivering her parcels along the way, crosses over and ends back at our
address for the last deposit before heading out. Today, however, she pulled in
right at the end of our driveway – on the wrong side of the road – and hopped
out. She said a cheery good morning, delivered our mail (and our duplex-mates
as well) and then pulled across the street to her usual spot and went about her
usual business of delivering the neighborhood’s mail.
It was kind of odd, but I dismissed it and finished up the task at
hand. Heading into the house for a drink of water, I grabbed the mail – a bill,
a flyer, a coupon book. And there was an envelope from GC Incorporated.
GC pays us a quarterly amount to private label and market our
patented squirrel feeder. Per our agreement, GC has 30 days after the end of
the quarter to pay us. With the economy the way it has been, the last couple of
years GC has been taking advantage of the full 30-days before paying us,
I’m guessing to collect as much interest as they can before disbursing the
funds. Good for them, not so good for us. They used to pay within the first
ten days. And July always seems to be the worst time of year for us financially.
Petulant childish impatience abounds in late June/early July when
the bills come due.
Yet there was the check, on July 9th, answering my
prayer from July 5th when I realized we were going to be
hard-pressed to make it to next payday with gas in both cars!
Thank you God! But what’s with the urgent delivery? In my mental
replay, the hippy mail carrier skids to a stop, screeching tires and all, jumps
out, waving the envelope for me to see and then drops it in the box before
dancing away. Didn’t happen exactly that way, but I get the feeling God was
having a grand chuckle as I processed the ensuing events.
All I have left to say is, “Good one, God! And thank you - again!
And, what’s next? Surprise me, God!”
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