“Tara, you’re going to be late for school,” her mother’s voice rang out through the house. It was a Monday—always a slow day, and Tara liked it that way.
“Hold on Ma,” the teen shouted back out the bathroom door. “I’m almost done.” She combed her fingers through her hair one more time, concentrating on her reflection in the mirror with every ounce of attention she could muster. “Good enough,” she said to herself with a sigh of defeat. “Alright Ma, I’m ready.” Tara opened the bathroom door and turned around to step out and—
On the floor before her was a boulder. Large, gray, smelling of forest and cold to the touch. Tara’s mother walked in from around the bend of the hallway. “What’s the rock for?” she asked.
Tara looked up at her mother in confusion. “I was going to ask you the same question.”
A few moments of awkward silence later, a thud was heard in the bathtub. “What was that?” Tara’s mother asked. Tara went back in to check.
“It’s a… suitcase,” Tara said. She picked it up and unlocked the latches. It was empty. “This is super freaky, okay.”
Tara’s mother joined the daughter in examining the mysterious case. “It sounded like it fell,” she said. “But from where?”
The teenager shrugged. “Out of thin air?”
Across the house, and all around the neighborhood, families were encountering the same spooky happenings. In the Smith residence down the street, a radio popped out of nowhere tuned to the local country station. Tara’s neighbor Jeromy was met with the sweet aroma of a fresh taco… and it fell on his face as he slept. Everywhere, random objects were being spontaneously generated.
There was another loud crash, this time coming from outside. “Oh God, I hope that wasn’t the car,” Tara’s mother said as she rushed out to check. Tara followed not too far behind her.
The car was safe, but right next to it there was a small crater in the driveway where a bowling ball had fallen from what had to have been a significant height. Tara’s mother heaved a sigh of relief.
There was a flash of bright light. Tara and her mother both had to cover their eyes. When it faded a few seconds later, they looked at its apparent source in the middle of the road. Where moments before there had been nothing, now there stood a young man, around 30 years old, in casual jeans and a red t-shirt. He looked around confusedly at the mother-daughter duo ahead of him.
“Who are you?” Tara’s mother asked.
The man looked at his arms like he was looking at them for the first time. “I was going to ask you the same question,” the man replied.
- If we try to prove to God how much we love Him, it is a sure sign that we really don’t love Him. The evidence of our love for Him is the absolute spontaneity of our love, which flows naturally from His nature within us. & when we look back, we will not be able to determine why we did certain things, but we can know that we did them according to the spontaneous nature of His love in us. The life of God exhibits itself in this spontaneous way because the fountains of His love are in the Holy Spirit.
Everything in life can’t be planned. Some of the greatest opportunities will knock on your door when you least expect them to. Be flexible, be spontaneous, and just say “yes.”