Surprised by God

Her son burst forth.
In the backseat of a car.
Not what she had expected.
A mother's son, twenty years young, stumbled.
From a stroke.
Not what she had anticipated.
Surprised they were.
By the startling.
I have been staggered by such.
A son upon the floor. Dead.
A husband. Cancer, consuming.
A house. Licked by flames.
The angel greets Mary with assuring words: “You have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you.” Luke 1:30 Message
Did friend in back seat, with child not yet squalling, have nothing to fear?
Did mother clasping son, left side slanted, have no reason to quake?
Did I, stunned by the impossible? Have nothing to dread?
What words are these?
Mary would endure gossip-scorn, birth in a stable, fleeing from sword. And finally, her son, crucified.
Yet, words of reassurance were spoken: "You have nothing to fear."
How can this be?
I go back to words printed.
“God has a surprise for you.”
God.
Has a surprise.
For you.
Is it possible that my Father, God, wants to give me something remarkable? Something astounding?
A gift even?
“If you then, evil as you are, know how to give good and advantageous gifts to your children, how much more will your Father Who is in heaven [perfect as He is] give good and advantageous things...” Matthew 7:11 Amplified
Isn’t that what a gift is? Good and advantageous?
Could I not be struck with awe by such?
My friend holds baby, gurgling.
The mother holds son, recovering.
And me?
I hold the greatest surprise of all.
God.
Who came.
To me. Arms stretched wide.
Willing.
Like Mary, I have been surprised by God.