Today, in a small backwoods town of rural Mississippi, I was reacquainted with the absolute. Finite. Unequivocal meaning of the season.
Today, it was in a moment of unexpectedness that I found myself again.
I have found that in this season of giving and getting, that it is the unexpected gifts, the unexpected moments that mean the most.
Stopped at an off the road propane fill station, I met a woman who touched my life more than she will ever know. As she filled our tanks, she also filled my heart. The kindness and warmth that poured from her revived my soul.
As she handed me fresh out of the oven muffins, wrapped preciously in a simple Christmas bag, the unexpectedness of her gift awakened something inside me.
Even if she wasn’t trying, she made me believe that coming out to help us on this frigid morning was what she had been waiting to do all day.
Even if she didn’t know, she enabled me to see a glimpse of Jesus, a glimpse of who He is and His love for me, in her simple action.
She was infectious, everything about her was utterly infectious.
In a year, that did everything it could to rob of joy, I, like many, was struggling to find it. The stress and debacle that was 2020 coming to a decrescendo with a frantic spending frenzy, coupled with expectations. Making it hard to see and easy to miss what is most important.
Yet in this single encounter, in this small act of kindness, joy came flooding back.
Much like the Grinch being stricken with the sudden beats of his growing heart, I felt the rush of the Father’s love flow through my veins.
This is what Christmas is.
It is the simple unexpected gifts. The simple unexpected laughter. The simple unexpected new friends. The simple unexpected kindness.
So, thank you, wonderful woman on highway 48 in Tylertown, Mississippi for the simple unexpectedness of our encounter today.