Yesterday was an unexpectedly good day for me.
I had to wake up early to go in to work to do some planning. I met with my boss about the upcoming school year. The meeting went really well; I’m really glad that I have a boss who does not make me cry when we meet. During the three years prior, a meeting with my boss was almost the death of me. And, even though I revert to my old emotional habits, my new boss is very constructive, helpful and, at least eventually supportive. I’m sure Someone went before me, as The Hunk and I prayed about the meeting beforehand.
Then, I got home and was inspired and humbled by a Francis Chan video I came across online. I’m very pleased when I see people respecting God’s word and encouraging others to remember to place themselves under it instead of over it. While these kind of videos aren’t for everyone, I definitely respond to gentle nudges–especially when truth speaks straight to my heart.
Then, The Hunk was on his way home. I finally made my way into the kitchen/dining room to be sure the door was unlocked for him and saw a package on the table. It was for me. I didn’t order anything, though. I noticed that The Hunk’s car had arrived and I went out to greet him. And told him about the package. And asked him if he ordered anything. He said no, but that my mother had. What did I find when I opened it?
That’s right, folks! Mother sent me the new lens I’ve been wanting! It’s not my birthday or my anniversary and Christmas is a long ways off. This is an “I love you” gift from someone who loves me.
It’s been a long time, for me. Maybe because I didn’t let it sink in or because I am a jerkface to the core. But this gift humbled me and excited me and awed me to the core. Gifts are often exciting, but I’m usually expecting them: birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, etc. This gift reminded me of what I often forget: I am a loved daughter; I should remember to place myself under that love instead of placing myself over that love.
I shall try. My hardest.
PS: Look who was on the cover of Relevant Magazine this bimonth: