Wednesday, January 18, 2012
In the first cupboard I opened this morning - the first cupboard I open every morning - there is a greeting card.
Immediately recognizing that I am more than predictable, I laugh and close the cupboard door, leave the envelope unopened, wonder briefly why an R is scribbled beneath the MOM, why my husband would address a card to me as MOM.
Later I discover it is 'from' our black lab mix Dozer. He encourages me to share birthday treats, "trip while carrying cake to the table."
Another card awaits me in the upstairs office, atop Harley's dog food container. Predictably he wakes to breakfast every morning, in the office that doubles as his bedroom. Harley's card asks, "Did I train you right, or what?"
There are sugared raised donuts - my personal favorite - in the fresh bakery bag next to my husband's computer. Not wanting to wake Harley too early, my husband's desk is where I often begin writing my almost-daily blog.
I am predictable.
Listening to a snippet of audio here, I am reminded that God has a way of showing up when and where and how He wants.
God is unpredictable.
The question today is, will I let go of control and routine, open my hand and heart to the unexpected?
In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. Psalm 102:25 NIV