You are always surrounded by unexpected gifts; it’s up to you to live consciously, to be aware of them, to appreciate them and to allow them to touch your life.
A couple of days ago, I received a call from my minister about a book he thought I might like. Given that we’ve just started co-leading a contemplative service at my church, he’d been reading some texts on this subject. He left a voice mail about a book of Celtic prayer he had just purchased–I could hear the excitement in his voice. At the end of his message, he noted that he’d been so inspired that he’d bought me a copy “just cause he wanted to.”
In that moment, my heart grew a bit.
Now while I don’t fancy myself a Grinch or a Scrooge, I figured that’s what they must have felt like upon receiving their first unexpected Christmas gifts–a combination of feeling loved and humbled by someone’s kind gesture.
It’s been a week of unexpected gifts around here, and not just the material kind. Warm sun and spring temperatures perked up my indoor seed starts to create the beginnings of a small table garden in my den. Tuesday, I came home to a bright green wonderland of little plants stretching towards sunshine.
Last night, I attended high school registration with my daughter. In spite of not having liked high school myself, I got to experience the excitement and wonder through her eyes. In one moment, I caught an unexpected glimpse into my daughter’s journey, and it moved me.
There is something to be said for unexpected gifts. We’re caught off guard, helping us shed any rational thought that would limit our perspective, and we just live in the moment through our senses and feelings. If we’re lucky, we recapture a childlike feeling akin to opening presents on Christmas morning or anticipating a big birthday party. We are moved from contentment or satisfaction to joy.
This morning, as I dragged myself back to bed for a quick nap before work, I was tackled by two dogs awaiting some play time. Rather than catching a few sleeps, I caught two playmates. Many puppy smooches later, I found myself smiling. On a tired,cloudy Friday morning, I give thanks for that unexpected gift.