"Yesterday is history,
tomorrow a mystery
but today is a gift.
That is why they call it the Present."
tomorrow a mystery
but today is a gift.
That is why they call it the Present."
Yes I just quoted a talking turtle from Kung Fu Panda. It was an awesome movie. It moved my soul.
Ok, seriously though, I was listening to a homily once (one that wasn't overly preachy and that I managed to stay awake for) where the priest stated that Ours is a religion of surprises. Not only did God decide to save our eternal souls, he decided to do it Himself. By becoming a man just like us. Kind of. And not only did He die for us. He came back to LIFE for us! I mean hot damn.
A surprise is something unexpected, something that undeniably catches us with our proverbial shorts down. This morning I woke up hungry and aching for something good to eat. Unfortunately, as I had a long night I had overslept and I figured I wouldn't have time to prepare a little something for breakfast.
Lo and behold a packed meal of rice and tuna waiting for me on the kitchen table on my way out. Whose was it? Mine. Yup. All mine. Our cook thought I would like some for breakfast and figured I would be out late.
See? A surprise. Today, I also got a hug from a preschool student of mine that normally runs away at the very sight of me. I also managed to get some serious paperwork done right away. My baby brother got the longboard he wanted. It was also his birthday. (Hey, his birthday surprised ME at the very least.)
Of course, I get a couple of nasty surprises as well. Like forgetting the test papers I'm checking at home. But then, the good surprises outnumber the bad ones, more often than not. And why would anybody want to linger on bad surprises?
Every day is a gift. We should spend more time making the most of our gifts, and appreciating the surprising details.
(I really like tuna and rice. And my brother. So cool beans.)
Ok, seriously though, I was listening to a homily once (one that wasn't overly preachy and that I managed to stay awake for) where the priest stated that Ours is a religion of surprises. Not only did God decide to save our eternal souls, he decided to do it Himself. By becoming a man just like us. Kind of. And not only did He die for us. He came back to LIFE for us! I mean hot damn.
A surprise is something unexpected, something that undeniably catches us with our proverbial shorts down. This morning I woke up hungry and aching for something good to eat. Unfortunately, as I had a long night I had overslept and I figured I wouldn't have time to prepare a little something for breakfast.
Lo and behold a packed meal of rice and tuna waiting for me on the kitchen table on my way out. Whose was it? Mine. Yup. All mine. Our cook thought I would like some for breakfast and figured I would be out late.
See? A surprise. Today, I also got a hug from a preschool student of mine that normally runs away at the very sight of me. I also managed to get some serious paperwork done right away. My baby brother got the longboard he wanted. It was also his birthday. (Hey, his birthday surprised ME at the very least.)
Of course, I get a couple of nasty surprises as well. Like forgetting the test papers I'm checking at home. But then, the good surprises outnumber the bad ones, more often than not. And why would anybody want to linger on bad surprises?
Every day is a gift. We should spend more time making the most of our gifts, and appreciating the surprising details.
(I really like tuna and rice. And my brother. So cool beans.)
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