Surprises, I loved them. What I loved even more are word puzzles. When I found a note stuck to the bathroom mirror this morning, my heart raced. The note said, “under the bed and over the top, you would find a brown box.” What could this mean? Pulling the note off the mirror and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled toward the bed. There was a brown box under the bed. With my heart pounding, I grabbed the item in question. “I wondered what was inside?” Off came the lid. There inside that box was another box with this note. “Surprise, surprise, keep heading for the prize, inside this box was your surprise.” Off came the lid. There was my surprise. In my hand was a large red heart with a keyhole in the middle. “What surprise was this?” My hand felt a note stuck to the back of that heart.
With that note in hand, I read, “Only one key would open my heart, only one friendship would depart.” The chase was on. “What friendship would depart? None of my friends died. Did the “depart” mean death?” While scratching my head, I returned to the bathroom to get ready for work. After brushing my hair and putting on makeup, I starred into the mirror. That mirror reminded me of my note. There it was again, that nagging clue, “only one friendship would depart.” After ignoring my note, I proceeded to my car - again, that nagging clue.
The traffic was bumper to bumper as I made my way home several hours later. I got an inspiration while checking my rear view mirror. “Wasn’t that grandma’s brown box under my bed? Wasn’t she like a friend? Grandma died. Didn’t she leave me her antique chest? Where did I put that old chest? Hurry up cars, I want to get home!”
With a turn of my key in the front door lock, I finally arrived in my foyer. There it was again, that nagging clue - “only one friendship would depart.” “Where did I put that chest? Was it in the basement?” After a frantic search, I climbed the basement stairs. “It was not in the basement. Where did I put that chest?” With my heart pounding and mind racing with this clue, I started supper. “Lord, where did I put grandma’s old chest?”
While cleaning up after supper, that nagging feeling returned. “Did you put that chest in the attic? Perhaps!” Down went the dishcloth. Racing down the hall. Running up the stairs. The chase was on to find my next clue. Would it be found within that antique chest? With a quick tug on the pull chain, the trap door swung down. Launching the folding stairs that now rested on the hallway floor. I stepped aside in time to miss those unfolding stairs. The chase was on to find my next clue. Up the stairs I went.
There before my eyes sat my grandma’s chest. “At last, I found it! I FOUND IT!” With hands shaking, I slowly raised the lid. The only item in that chest was a ring of keys and my next clue. “Keys on ring and a hole in your heart, it maybe here and it maybe not.” Another mystery and many clues, the chase was on. “Where did I put my surprise heart? I thought it maybe in my jewelry chest?” Off I went in search of my heart.
With the heart in my left hand, my trembling right hand inserted the first key in the hole. The lock did not open. One key, two keys, three keys, the lock would not open. With the last key in my right hand, I slowly inserted this key into the hole. Shaking with anticipation, I turned the key. Click, the lock opened. Slowly I lifted the top off the heart. There, inside was this note. “You will seek for me and find me, when you seek with your whole heart.” (Deuteronomy 4: 29)