Surprise Endings

I am terrible with surprises. I don't really like them. Well, let me clarify... If I know there's a surprise in store, I can't take it. I must know what it is. I will go to great lengths to discover said surprise. For example, one Christmas my mom made the great mistake of wrapping all my presents and putting them under the tree a couple weeks before Christmas. I carefully unwrapped each present enough to see what it was, and then carefully re-wrapped it so she wouldn't know that I'd peeked.

I don't even read books the normal way. Four out of five times I will skip ahead and read the end. My husband would say I take all the fun out of it, but it doesn't spoil my fun at all. In fact, I have much more fun when I know what's coming. I'm so relieved. No anxiety. No nail-biting anticipation. No heart-pounding nervousness. I can just relax and enjoy it because I know what's coming.

If Kyle ever surprises me, he knows he must catch me totally off-guard. I cannot see it coming, or the agony will get the best of me. Of course, I think he completely enjoys seeing me writhe in anticipation. He usually makes me promise that I won't go peeking for gifts or shaking boxes, etc. He has this strange power over me when he says, "Chelsea, promise me you won't..." I am completely unable to break promises I make to him. Ugh. It's so irritating.

I wish that, in life, you could somehow skip ahead in increments so you would know what's coming. The next year is going to be full of surprises, and we have no idea where we might be at the end of twelve or thirteen months. Then I think about where we might be in five, ten, fifteen years, and I can barely process it.

Our marriage started with a lot of surprises, and there have been all kinds of twists and turns along the way these last three years. In fact, I think that every single expectation I had was completely wrong. It has thrown me so much that I am trying not to have any expectations about the next stretch. I can't plan for anything, because I have nothing solid to plan for. All this not-knowing is complete torture for me.

If I have learned anything in the last three years, it's that God will provide a way for us. He's provided for every step along our unknown path so far, and I know he will continue to do so. I have one miraculous testimony after another. All of my anxiety isn't really fear, it's just excitement. I know that we'll make it through whatever God calls us to do, but I'm just excited to see how it's all going to end.

I know that this hero and heroine will survive the trials coming their way by the grace of God; I just want to know what they'll be like on the other side...

1 comment:

Dani said...

wow..I totally could've written this! I'm exactly the same way, even with reading!