After a week at camp, and a couple of flights across the country, I was exhausted. As I rounded the final corner and saw "home" I couldn't help but be excited to finally get to sleep in my own bed.
I pulled up to the driveway and began to gather my things to take inside. I tried to open the door but it was locked and my parents were out of town. As the reality of the situation dawned on me, I couldn’t help but be a little frustrated.
"Really God? After traveling all day long? This was not the way that I was planning for the night to go.”
After a few failed attempts to get ahold of other family members, I decided to climb through an unlocked window. (I can only imagine how ridiculous I looked as I grabbed the inside of my window and tried to climb up the side of the house.)
I eventually made it inside, but that experience revealed to me that I do, in fact have expectations and that maybe I get a little too emotionally invested when those expectations aren’t met.
That situation immediately opened my eyes to the fact that I had unrealistic expectations for the race, and brought me into a place of understanding. Understanding that God has a perfect plan and that, that plan doesn’t always look the way that I think it should. In fact, it rarely, if ever, looks the way that I think it should.
I’m coming to a place where I believe that it’s a good thing to expect – as long as what I’m expecting is that God is going to show up.
His ways are so much greater than ours, and His thoughts, so much higher than our own. So let’s stop with the expectation that God is going to show up in the ways that we expect Him to, and instead rest in the promises of His infinite love.
