
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been told several times in my life to lower my expectations.
I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was out of college, so everyone told me my expectations were too high.
When I said I hoped my literature major would allow me to write for a living, people shook their heads and said, “You’ll end up a teacher.”
The message was clear: don’t expect too much — or too many good things — otherwise you’ll be disappointed. I totally get it. People close to me have seen my tender heart and wanted to protect it. They’ve wanted to spare me from pain.
In response, I’ve tried to tamper my expectations for years. But if I’m honest, it hasn’t served me very well. Instead of fully embracing the delight of a long-planned gathering with friends, I tell myself not to expect it to be too good or I’ll be disappointed. When I go to a new doctor, I tell myself if I plan for the worst — another “Well that is weird” statement when I list my symptoms — then I won’t be disappointed when someone fails to give me a solid diagnosis yet again.
But the self-talk and emotional preparations rarely do what I hope they will. Because we can’t really protect ourselves from disappointment.
It just happens.
It’s part of life.
But today, as I was reading a section of God’s Joyful Surprise, by Sue Monk Kidd, I realized that I’ve been thinking of expectations all wrong. Maybe you have, too.
In the book, Kidd talks about expecting to hear God’s voice. Expecting to see His love. Expecting to see Him work in our lives. Every single day.
If God is who He says He is — and the Bible offers a myriad of evidence that He indeed is — I don’t think we need to lower our expectations. I think we need to expand them.
We need to expect God to show us His love.
We need to expect Him to work good out of even the hardest situation.
We need to expect miracles.
We need to expect Him to direct our paths through the nudging of the Spirit.
We need to expect to see Him, and then, I think we will…more than we could ever expect.