I am terrible at keeping surprises a secret. Past history records that I’ve spilled the beans a time or two (or three or four). I think it’s a mix of the excitement of giving and the joy of seeing the faces of the recipients. Of course, if I could just hold out to when the surprise is set to take place, the excitement and joy would be ten times greater.
I’ve learned that if I’m planning on surprising somebody, I better stay away from that person until the appointed time, not get all the details put together until the day before, and turn my phone off so there is no temptation to let it slip.
Even then, I’ll figure out someway to bust the surprise. Most people would even go so far as to say that if I do pull off a surprise, they’re more surprised at that than at the surprise itself. This talent has taken years to perfect, ladies and gentlemen.
But suffice it to say, I still love surprising people. From baking some goodies for a friend to landing on family members’ doorsteps, these moments never cease to make my heart skip a beat. I’ve realized that the more intimate ways that these glimpses of heaven can be created, the greater joy they bring to earth.
It’s like when God sends a rainbow after a storm.
He doesn’t want to keep those surprises a secret forever. In fact, I think He gives and creates surprises everyday, but we’re just not keen to looking for them.
So why not start opening your eyes, looking for the letter in the mailbox or the cookies in the oven? After all, who really cares if you spill the beans?