It’s a new year. Time for new promises, new schedules and new habits. Time to get a new model hamster wheel.
My new hamster wheel rolls to the gym several days a week. My husband usually goes with me.
The other day he came up to me while I was on the elliptical machine and announced, “I’m gonna go sit down and wait for you. Or maybe I’ll go to the store and look at food.”
“OK,” I panted. Why does he always finish before I do?
I’m reading a fascinating book on my Kindle that keeps me moving. But it doesn’t help with the torture. For that I close my eyes.
When the elliptical program ends I’m pitiful and weak. I dismount and stagger across the room to the lockers. My dear husband is sitting happily nearby. I see a Vons bag at his feet.
He exclaims, “Good work! I got some great healthy food you can have as your reward.”
“Is it a pork chop?” Why in the world am I asking about a pork chop?
“Yes,” he replies with a sly smile.
“No way! Show it to me.”
“You’ll have to wait till dinner.”
“You don’t really have a pork chop; you’re just saying that to torment me.”
Another sly smile. He emphasizes, “You’ll just have to wait.”
“OK, let’s go.” I’ve drained my water bottle, retrieved my backpack and put the locker key back in the lock. We walk to the car.
“You can drive; I’m too tired.”
As soon as we get home, I head for the shower, and the dear man goes to the kitchen. “We’ll eat after you get out,” he tells me.
I walk into the kitchen twenty minutes later. Our plates are ready on the counter. There it is — a large, beautiful green salad. But wait! Nestled up close and crowding the lettuce is a big ol‘ pan-fried pork chop!
“Wha-a-at? How did you know?”
Again, the sly smile. “I had foreknowledge. God gave it to me.”
I’m speechless. I marvel at the goodness of Jesus. He’s always thinking about us. He often arranges timely yet unexpected surprises for his children.
Everyday gifts. Every day.