And often, it's something wonderful, like getting a really cool present from your Dad (like this Nativity scene, that my Dad made for me this year. Thanks, Dad!)...
...or getting a pretty decent picture of your kids on the FIRST TRY, even though they had just come in from the pouring rain after Mass and were desperate to eat the doughnuts we had just bought. (look at Marie... isn't she just the cutest little thing?)
And then, sometimes the unexpected is something so awful, so shiveringly bad that words just don't do it justice. So here it is.
Faithful readers know my extreme phobia of these disgusting, nasty creatures. So why have I taken a picture of something so vile?
This was crawling around INSIDE my waistband.
I felt something... strange.. as I was cooking supper, and the brief thought went through my mind, "That couldn't be something... roachlike, could it?"
I wanted to believe... truly, I did!... that the planets could never align in such a way; that some things are so unspeakable as to never take place; that even in a fallen world, there is a line that cannot be crossed.
My childlike faith was shattered the moment I reached in to grab what I thought was a tag that was scratching me, and pulled out this nasty little hunk of evil BY ITS LEG.
My friend Malia, who was talking to me on the phone at the time, can attest to the fact that I did not scream, swear, or break out into hysterics. Other than a high pitched "Oh. My. GOSH!!!!" and a scurried rush to get the bug spray, I remained as calm as I possibly could.
Sometimes, the unexpected happens. It happened to me, and I was brave.
Now if only I could get my skin to quit crawling...