Buzz kill. Party pooper. Kill joy. Yep, those are the names my family teasingly (at least I hope they’re teasing) assigns me. You see, I don’t like surprises.
Let me rephrase…
I DON’T LIKE SURPRISES WHEN I KNOW THERE’S GOING TO BE A SURPRISE!
I’m the person who reads the last page of the mystery novel before I’m done with chapter one. I want to know how the movie ends and when I find out I want to tell you. Yeah, pretty much when you look at me and you see SPOILER ALERT.
So when I first heard I would have to wait to find out if my daughter-in-law’s growing baby bump was a he or a she, I gave s silent huff! Why can’t the kids just tell us? Inquiring minds want to know.
My daughter-in-law Jamie invited her parents in for the gender reveal and the six of us went to lunch anxious for the big surprise.
But we didn’t get it.
After we finished lunch the grandmas and grandpas to-be were thrown a curve ball. Aaron and Jamie retreated to who knows where leaving instructions for us to wait 15 minutes before opening the small brown envelope they left behind, marked only as Clue 1.
We were about to go scavenger hunting.
Clue number 1 read:
We are having a BABY! A girl? or boy, maybe.
Find a clue at the store where baby will find
the best fitting jeans.
The four of us jumped in our car and with a little discussion and one wrong turn we found our next clue at the Baby Gap store.
Clue number 2 read:
If our Little is a Mister you know Aaron will want to dress
him like a “brother.” Find your next clue at the store
with the bow ties for our beau.
I knew immediately the clue meant Brooks Brothers, Aaron’s favorite haberdashery. And of course it was the man with the yellow bow tie who handed us our next hot lead pointing us to Starbucks and our final envelope. Clue 4.
Clue number 4 read:
Softball or Baseball
You know this baby will spend their fair share
of time in the clay…
meet us at the Providence fields to hear what we have to say!
For these grandmas and grandpas to-be, this sticky summer day quickly became one that would stick in our memories. Even for a non-thrill seeker like me, deciphering messages, strategizing and the thrill of a hunt, all meshed together with a competitive fire and plenty of good company made the end surprise even sweeter.
When the day was finally over and I was reminiscing on the fun, I thought about how everyday-life on mission with God is similar to our scavenger hunt.
How our God loves a sweet surprise.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring or even sometimes what step to take next. But God knows. In His Word He lays out clues for every challenge I’ll meet. I only have to open my Bible and read. When I study God’s Word carefully, He points me in the right direction every time.
Proverbs 2:1-4 says, “My son if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, indeed if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.
“Earlier in the day our group of “grand” sojourners were able to correctly navigate our way to the Baby Gap, Brooks Brothers, Starbucks and the baseball field because of our close relationship with the clue givers. We understood the clues they were leaving. In much the same way, when we take time to pray and have a relationship with our Heavenly Father we are better able to understand His directives.
And oh when we take the time to search, the prize (surprise) is definitely worth the work and the wait.
Even for a kill joy like me.
It’s a boy!
And our heavenly Father has so much more waiting for us—keeping the best as a last….surprise!
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9
Looking forward, pressing on, seeking God.
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