Friday, December 7, 2012
A Surprise Christmas Gift
Yesterday instead of my carpooling partner driving the girls to school, I did the job. Her husband was out of town and she needed to run an errand. I was happy to help in a small way. Instead of going straight home, I drove into town to pick up my son’s uniform at the cleaner and pick up a few groceries.
At the thrift mart, I was greeted by beautiful Christmas music. I looked around but didn’t see where it came from. As I headed to the cereal section, the music clashed with the overhead intercom playing 70’s rock. I wondered where the good melodies resonated from in the store and anticipated finding it. As I finished up my shopping, I walked down an isle to the deli and there stood a group of young adults from the local middle school. They were all sharply dressed in black singing Christmas carols. I stopped to listen for a while. My eyes scanned the fresh faces. Two young men from my church helped round out the harmony. I smiled at one. I think he saw me and grinned back. As I listened, I thanked God for the unexpected Christmas gift he gave me in their voices and one smile.
Their music sang me on my way out to the parking lot. I noticed my lights still on. I said a quick prayer hoping my cantankerous battery would cooperate. Grumbling, I grabbed my rubber mallet and opened the hood of my vehicle. The engine didn’t turn over, so I called my husband to rescue his DID (damsel in distress). I marveled and chuckled at my morning. My errands were almost complete with a Christmas present thrown in to create a beautiful morning when a battery tried stealing the glorious thunder. I didn’t let this obstacle deter me, my music continued.
I walked to the nearby coffee shop for a cup of brew. The barista took my order and proceeded to ignore it for the next customer instead. I thought about being extremely irritated as she took coffee to that customer who she treated as a friend. I remained the stranger. Instead I sat down and waited patiently. I finally received my coffee taking it out to my pickup to wait for my KICA (knight in camouflaged armor). He is a National Guard soldier and handsome to bootJ
As I sit here writing my little story, I realize this applies to the cup of God’s love discussed at the Advent Tea on Sunday. The dead battery and slow barista worked at depleting my cup. Yet, because I recognized and accepted God’s gift of a junior high choir, my cup stayed brimming over with His love. The choice was mine. Hum, my advent is turning out to be glorious. I hope yours is too.
Blessings to you all.