For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God. 2 Corinthians 1:20
As my toothbrush was heading toward my mouth this morning, a torrent of rain hit the bathroom window like I’ve never heard before. We were either in the midst of a hurricane or something was just not quite right. After placing the toothbrush on the sink, I made my way to the window. Slowly lifting the shade, I saw the water pelting the window full force. It wasn’t falling from the sky though; it was coming from below. It was my hubby…on the balcony below the bathroom…with a hose. The water stopped, and I let the blind fall back down.
I might not be the quickest in the brain-working-department that early in the morning, but after a few seconds of it starting up again, it dawned on me that this wasn’t quite normal. My hubby is usually at his desk working around this time, and wasn’t it actually raining outside? What was he doing? Two things popped into my mind. He’s finally lost it would be one, but I just knew it was my second conclusion. He was being romantic!
How did I think this could possibly be a romantic gesture? Thank you for asking. I’ll be glad to share my exciting deduction with you. He was afraid of his own strength. Keep following me here. This was a scene out of a movie. He was the leading actor trying to win the girl. Knowing which room she was in, he needed to get her attention to proclaim for all the world his never-ending love.
Oh, the romance of the balconies. He made it to the balcony because it was the closest he could get to the leading lady. (That would be me.) The power he doesn’t always realize he has made him fear the consequences of the stones hitting the window too hard. He wasn’t looking to break anything for that would ruin the moment, so he went with water to get the attention he so desperately was looking for.
That blind popped open so quickly that I think I must’ve startled him with my face. The water stopped again. Slowly, opening the window, I came up with the most brilliant line of the scene. “What are you doing?”
After blinking a few times, and in an attempt not to wake the neighbors, he whispers, “Washing the bird poop off the window. It’s a mess.” Window shuts and blind goes back down. Well, at least he was being productive. That I appreciate.
Seems to me like expectations can be a dangerous thing. Just because I can create a whole scene in my head, doesn’t mean the same one is running through someone else’s.
Have you ever faced disappointment because someone didn’t play out the scene you had scripted? Well, I’m here to tell you to knock it off. If I take away my scene (that I never even expected when I rolled out of bed this morning) and replace it with reality, it allows me to be thankful that he got that mess cleaned off the window! Let me tell you, it wasn’t a small amount either.
Today, don’t get caught in the dangerous web of expectations. There were some unrealistic expectations of what Jesus was going to do when he came to this earth. Peoples’ thoughts weren’t the reality. His plan didn’t line up with theirs in what they believed He would conquer. We ended up with an even greater gift by His conquering of death instead of what was expected. The place our expectations are safe, are in His promises. Even so, are our expectations really what He said or what we want?
I’m not saying expectations are always bad, but if I would have stuck with that unrealistic expectation that I put on my hubby this morning, things could’ve gotten ugly. This was an easy situation to see the humor in, but not all are that easy. Our expectations need to be flexible and realistic.
I challenge you to be willing to communicate with kindness and honesty. Be open with your expectations and find out the expectations that others have for you. You might be surprised! Expect wonderful things in your life, but don’t get rigid on what that should look like.
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