Spilled Beans

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?

Creativity and Contracts

I tell people I’m a writer. But in reality, I don’t write.

You see, I graduated last year with a degree in English where I was constantly writing, and I even enjoyed it. However, between graduation and living overseas for six months, I quit writing.


Sure, I have sticky notes lining my desk, I jot things down in my journal (in full sentences), and even type out notes on my iPhone; but I wouldn’t consider any of that writing.

Now, don’t get onto me about the philosophy of writing. The, “Oh, as long as words are being put down, you’re writing” or “Well, get that pen in your hand or fingers on the keyboard and you’ll get something out.” No, no. That’s not what I’m talking about.

The type of writing I’m gearing towards is the good stuff. The kind that takes time and actually uses the parts of my brain that God has specially gifted me with. The kind that forces me to stop in life, think deeply, and dissect ways to place thoughts into words. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

Stepping into the way that God has made me is how I feel alive. He has not just made me with one dimension, but with much depth. I have a creative soul, and it looks different than anybody else. From creating words on a page to releasing words in the atmosphere, God has given me the creativity to create life. It is by doing what He has made me to do that brings me alive so that I can bring life to others.

And when I think about it, He’s given everybody the ability to create. The question is, are you tapping into your own creativity?

So, consider this my contract and commitment to writing, to creativity, and to life.