I think that we all have expectations. We fall asleep each night expecting to wake up in the morning. My teachers expect me to remember my homework. I expect my mother and father to provide a house for me to live in.
What about my expectations for the future?
I expect to go to college. I, hopefully, expect to publish a book. I expect chocolate will always be my favorite food group. (French fries follow in at a close second.)
But what about when our expectations fail us?
We expect a good grade... but we forget to study.
We expect someone to be there for us... but they aren't.
We expect God to be able to give us what we want... but he has his own plan.
What do we do then?
Sometimes I complain, grumble, and throw a tantrum. My fists fly through the air as I shout and scream at the heavens. (Okay, mayble I don't do this.) Other times I sigh and appear depressed. Sometimes, I expect something bad to happen, but something good comes my way. Then I rejoice! I dance. I laugh.
So here's to expectations.
Expectations for a new school year.
Expectations for my creative writing blog.
Expectations for life.
Good thoughts, Abigail. As I get older, I realize that I might not get to do all that I expected to do in life. Now I have to make some priorities - should I travel to Europe or Australia. I have expected to be a grandmother, but I realize that might not happen (there's still time, but it is out of my control!).
ReplyDeleteExpectations, dreams and hope - they keep us looking forward to the next day.