I am terrible about surprises.
I don’t want to wait. I hate to wait. It’s all I can do when reading a mystery novel not to check the last chapter to see if I’m right about who the killer might be. I peek at all the red and green-wrapped Christmas presents or wrangle from my sister who got what for whom.
I’m like that about the things of God. I want what was promised to have come in yesterday. I want to see how his plan for my life plays out right now. I want what I want, and I want it immediately.
Did you catch that? I want what I want. Impatience, even for the things of God, means that I am attempting to circumvent His divine timing. I’m trying to bring the gifts and magnitude of God under my own imperfect tutelage.
Even though surprises are better when they come out of nowhere, or the anticipation builds to astronomical heights, I still want to ruin it, every single time. What is wrong with me? Wait, don’t answer that.
But those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength – Isaiah 40:31
Here is my pledge: I’m going to stop trying to peek. I’m going to stop lifting up the corners of the wrapping paper.
I want to know I’m on the right way with God, following after Christ, but as long as I’m following that, I’m not going to resort to all those silly methods to see what the future holds and trust he’s preparing an amazing surprise for me.
Does this mean I won’t still dream? absolutely not. God places dreams on our hearts, but I won’t force my temporal desires to dress up in the trappings of a dream.
Does this mean I won’t set goals? absolutely not, but if God shifts my direction, I’m going His way.
Does this mean that I won’t be shaking boxes or looking for receipts come Christmas time? absolutely not. I’m a saint of God, not a Saint.
How are you with surprises? What happens when you know something great is coming, but can’t have it yet?