We have been on the lookout for an inexpensive piano to give the children for Christmas. The question of how to transport it in a timely and hidden fashion did arise... but we figured it would all work out. So when grandparents called from an estate sale and said "now or never and we'll buy" there was nothing to do but say yes. The piano had to be moved within three days. We tried to think of places to hide a piano but are not silly enough to think it is possible with six children in the house. We thought of hiding it in someone else's house but how to get it to ours on Christmas morning? And here's where we saw the sense in not letting our preferences interfere with blessing...
The piano arrived on a Tuesday in October and was moved into position while the children cleaned their rooms and I guarded the stairs. They never heard a thing. The two oldest (to whom it was gifted) were blindfolded and led into the family room. "Merry Christmas!" The floor is still bare concrete but no one seems to mind; it is good for racing Hot Wheels and causes the sounds of a piano to resonate and linger. The children were completely surprised and absolutely thrilled. The house has been filled with the happy sounds of a slightly out of tune piano ever since.
Professor and Cookie know that they will not be opening a gift with their siblings and cousins on Christmas but they don't mind. They are busy practicing the music they intend to play that day in honor of the birth of the Christ Child. Glory to God in the highest!
So many of God's gifts to us come in a similar fashion; not at the desired time and place or with the preferred packaging or company, but so good and beautiful nonetheless!