I’ve been on this weird little non-blogging type thing and so this is the first time I’ve opened this screen since last week but I figure well let’s see what happens when we’ve got
5 minutes unedited writing. so maybe…I decided to extend the timer and give it a take 2 because my first felt not right….so sometimes unexpected things happen and you delete the first and try again! here’s my second time on it =)
Unexpected gifts and notes are my favorite. Unexpected anything good really is quite lovely. I say this from the stance that I’m rarely surprised. I find looking back that few things are unexpected for me. I’m the girl who pretty much knows the present before I open it. The one who figures out the surprise or the plan beforehand. Though, for some things, I’ve most certainly ignored, denied, and even plain fought against the discernment welling up inside me. Sometimes I fight too hard against the way I know things will go just in case there’s a chance for an unexpected moment. From the hard question that I already knew the answer to and yet had no logical or rational reason to ask to the phone call in the middle of the night wrenching more dreams out of my hands, they each wrecked my heart even still, but they weren’t unexpected. This expectedness–I’m trying to embrace it rather than run from it. I’m trying desperately to learn to trust the Shepherd’s voice I hear even if it’s letting me know something I may not like. I may not like that to get to Boaz you’ve got to leave everything familiar and do the hard work in the field for months. I may not like being told to go through the desert the long way. Sometimes I need to let go of the unexpected to embrace the truth of the expected. And well nothing’s unexpected for God. He doesn’t blink.