I expect great things. I’ve always expected great things, for myself and for others. I’m certainly a dreamer, usually a glass half-full kind of girl. I’m always imagining and re-imagining future plans. O, the possibilities!
These grand expectations of mine really only have one foil: reality.
To be perfectly honest, the last time my expectations were wholly met and exceeded happened in 2010, during my semester abroad in Scotland. Why? I haven’t a clue. I truly didn’t know what to expect and, in the Old Country, the LORD taught me to expect Him. I certainly was blessed to make friends and have experiences beyond my wildest dreams, but I did learn that when we expect God to work in our live we can be sure a grand adventure is to follow.
Since returning from Scotland, nothing has gone the way I expected it. I mean nothing. It’s not been all bad, but it’s certainly not been what I expected.
Actually, since returning from the UK I’ve been at great odds with My Expectations and God’s Will. Through reflecting over the past two years, Ben – my future husband – suggested I study the two and how they relate.
I’ll be blogging my reflections here. Join me, won’t you?