This past weekend I received a few neat surprises. Surprises are those things that you are
not expecting to happen and when they do you can respond one of two ways: joy
or sorrow. And for those of you
who are sassy and might ask this question later, NO I am NOT pregnant. The surprises this weekend were ones in
which I responded with pure joy.
Saturday was a loooong day as I spent 12 hours painting my
living room. I knew that I wanted
to get rid of the icky mint green (I’m sure that’s what it said on the swatch
at the store when whoever lived here before picked it). I spent the week before gathering different
colors and trying to decide if I wanted to be bold and go blue or stay more neutral
with light yellow or even porcelain.
Finally Saturday morning arrived and I still hadn’t picked a color and
it was then that I sat up in bed and said, “I’m going with the blue.” No turning back. After the man at the hardware mixed the
color, he opened the can for me to see.
I got this sinking feeling inside that my living room would turn out
looking like a robin’s egg; but I went with it. To my surprise after all of my hard work, it ended up
looking a lovely slate blue color that not only blended with my colors but
wasn’t the shock of the century that the mint green had been when you walked into
my house.
As I was finishing the entryway, standing right by the
windowed door, there was a quick knock and a hello. Being very surprised that someone had walked through my
porch without my knowing it as I had been standing right there sent me
screaming a shrill, harsh scream.
This scream was different than my normal ones and my husband actually
feared that something had truly happened to me. Nope, it was just my next-door neighbor Margie wanting to come
see the progress that I had made on my painting. She scared the tar out of me and almost gave me a heart
attack. Now that surprised
me! But the joy I felt from her surprise
visit was wonderful as she told me how nice it all looked. Her encouraging
words made me feel like I could finish the little bit left to be done.
By the time Sunday morning rolled around and we had to wake
up to go speak at a church in Clio, I thought I had been hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body hurt and just
sitting up and getting out of bed was a challenge. Now THAT part didn’t surprise me any as I am out of shape
and a little older than I used to be.
We made it to our destination where Brian would preach and as I stood in
the foyer of the church I saw a great surprise. My son Zachary, whom I thought was at his university, was
standing there. After an event
where he works he had stayed the night at a friends house that happens to
attend that church. The family knew
that we were going to be at the church speaking and they all thought it would
be a fun surprise. It was. Oh, the joy brought to my heart to see
my boy. My aches and pains of the
days work before were behind me as I had my handsome young son standing in
front of me. He was able to go out to lunch with us and we were able to have a
nice surprise visit.
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