Unexpected

Today begins with a sense of unfolding wonder.  I would be the last one to suggest that everything is going to work out as the day plays out.  I am quite confident that whatever I expect, it will be different.  I am certain that, despite my good intentions and positive karma, bad things can and will happen.  What I am unsure about is how I will play the game.  My prayer, plead would be more accurate, is that I will realize the strength of God's Spirit and in my freedom choose to love, exercise compassion, and be a contributing part of the community I find myself in.  My unfolding wonder rests in the knowledge that I have no idea what this will look like.  I want to know.  I want to see.  I want to experience the unexpected.
Life consistently writes the unexpected.  It is as if there is nobody at the controls, yet I know this is not factually true.  Even as Good and Evil influence the authors, I am certain that they do not script the story.  We are the authors of today and the moment at hand.  We have been infused with Divine freedom to tell our stories.  Together we write the history of our communities.  Embedded in our choices, actions, and decisions are Divine acts, Evil motivations, and surprising actions by others responding to their call.  Others reach out and touch our lives, including those we cannot normally see.  We will experience the touch of God and the Adversary in ways we will not anticipate.
We are not the first.  For one small group, “during the night an angel of God opened the jailhouse door and led them out.”  (Acts 5.18)  They were not the first to experience God's touch unexpectedly.  They and definitely not be the last.  God's embrace is open to our cry.  Evil entices us to explore the dark side.  What happens today will be result of our choices giving birth to the unexpected.  I know there is wonder for telling.  I want to be one of its authors.