Today has been really interesting. Felt sick and mostly stayed home. Ok, I felt lazy too! 🙂 But, my stomach has been a “blender” today, so I didn’t feel like venturing out too far. However, I needed to do some venturing and forced myself to do so starting around 1ish. About that same time, my 2-year-old daughter decided to find out whether or not my cell phone can float in the bathtub. It can’t.
Later in the day, my van would threaten to leave me stranded—I’m still trying to figure out what my 2-year-old did to the van! Surprisingly enough though, I drove about 100 miles in said van after the unpleasant surprise of nearly stalling out. I spent time with my father and saw the parents of an old friend. Enjoyable, but put me behind schedule for a Small Group I lead on Monday nights. With no phone, I was unable to let people know I would get to the meeting a little late. Well it wasn’t really “people” I wanted to notify; they are teenagers. They used to be “people.” They will one day be “people” again. But I digress…
No worries though, the students who were able to make it tonight waited patiently for me to arrive. And when I say “waited patiently,” I mean they rearranged our meeting space! They also created a new game using notecards, pool balls, and bolts. There I go digressing again.
But now the “real fun” begins—the pleasant surprises. Since we were limited on time, we wound up just hanging out and having an informal discussion about what it means to “follow Jesus.” This discussion was loosely based on the book we are studying, Not a Fan. Mostly it was just a chance for them to talk about the challenges of living out their faith in the day-to-day reality of teenage life. And, long story short, they are passionate about being more than fans of Christ—they passionately long to follow Him.
The other pleasant surprise happened when I left the meeting to go home. About a mile from my office I realized I had left some things behind. I needed to return and grab them, so I started driving back. I decided to make my return trip through a neighborhood I don’t frequently drive through—a student lives there who has just lost his father to cancer. My intention was to merely do a “drive by” (shooting up prayers for him as I drove by the house), but he was actually out in his driveway playing basketball. Alone. It was a great opportunity to visit and pray with him rather than just for him. And I absolutely believe God orchestrated the opportunity to meet with him on “his turf.” It was a moment that perhaps surprised me, but not God. 🙂
I hope you’ve also had a few pleasant surprises today!