It has long been my routine—even habit—to journal five gratitudes daily. Recently I began recording them as “gifts,” and then selected from the five “The Gift of the Day.” Seeing the FMF prompt word this week was “surprise,” I realized how often surprises have popped up before me lately, making me halt, note and reflect, usually smile, often even laugh—out loud—things I could consider “surprises from God.” And I began wondering if each day might hold a special surprise.
Drawing back a sun-warmed curtain one recent morning to behold a silver coating of heavy frost spread over all the grass beyond… Another day to suddenly behold unexpected fog or an amazing sunrise at its peak… Yesterday as I perched on the stool in my craft room, I was surprised by the crisp clear sound of yet another new bird song, unseen outside behind my back. (Third unaccustomed one this month, and the early spring kind—quite different from the winter calls or silence)… The day before, the friend I haven’t seen in ages appearing before me at one store’s entrance where we exchanged happy words and memories and a warm hug—and then again in another parking lot, both leaving a different store… The times the Bible has fallen open to exactly the answer I needed to the question I’d been just before bringing to God… I suppose even drawing back a curtain to be confronted by a wasp I nearly put my hand on is a surprise to note; nothing delightful, but a “happenstance” with a possible parable to consider before charging into a day of action I hadn’t run past God first.
Lots of surprises. Maybe even one each day?
I think in the week ahead I’ll keep a lookout. If I don’t, it could just be that surprises will happen that I rush right past and don’t see, or don’t notice because I’m looking down rather than up. And then I’ll start recording surprises also, maybe even a daily “Surprise of the Day.”