Expectations, we all have them. Many make life decisions are based off of them. Who we marry, where we live, what house to buy, what college to go to…yeah you get it. So many still get it wrong. Most of the time. Yeah I struggled with this for a long time. I wish I had learned one of the following questions long ago. Whispers contently fill my head with expectations. Are expectations bothering you?
When I became a wife, I expected a fairy tale life that went forever. My marriage was amazing, don’t misunderstand that. However, it was not the Hollywood fairy tale seen in movies and books. It was fraught with misunderstandings, bed bound pregnancies, loneliness, near poverty, unemployment. Could I deal with all of this? Thank God I did.
But what about when my love died? I never expected that. How could I? However, I did have expectations on the way things should go through out the process of the hospital to the funeral home, to my family, to the grave site.
Disappointment comes running in on the heals of those expected whispers. Crushing despondency hangs onto disappointment’s hand. Those two can literally kill who we are. I now think of these questions ahead of situations, no–let me be honest–in the middle of or even just after decisions that need to be made and life is being lived. One whisper at a time.
Can I reach fulfillment of this expectation?
What would life be like if this expectation is met?
What happens when the expectation is not met?
Could I live with the fall out of an unmet expectation?
What is my portion of responsibility in this expectation?
I will always line up with Gods word on each of these. Questions will enter in, does this expectation glorify God? Does this expectation bring me closer in my walk with God?
I am not a phycologist. I don’t claim to know all the answers. These are what I go through. This is just my life.