SURPRISES

I hate/love surprises. Not knowing what is going to happen consumes me. I was the kid who searched the house from top to bottom for Christmas presents. I ransacked closets, climbed into attics, and pillaged every nook and cranny of the house until I found them. If someone tells me that they have a surprise for me, I do everything in my power to figure out what it is before they tell me. It's an obsession.
So, yesterday I received a phone call from Lindsey Owens, our youth minister's assistant. She set up a meeting for me and Alden and Andrew Sentell (also on staff) for Wednesday at 1:00. Problem is, she didn't tell me what it is about. I asked her, "Do you know what it's about?" She answered with an enthusiastic, "Yeeeeeessssss." Then I countered with, "Is is a surprise?" Her touché, "A BIG surprise!" Ok, at this point, I'm itching to know. I still have to wait until tomorrow to find out what the meeting is about. AHHHHH! It's killing me! Funny thing is, Will and I are reading through Matthew and I remembered this verse in the book. "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." 6:34 I love how God speaks an answer directly to your heart. I think He kind of snickers and shakes His head when he does it. With that, I'm out like my deoderant...I might want to do something about that.