There is an implied danger in expectation: that they will not be met. It’s even less that they won’t be met as much as it is the reasons they’re not met are often not known.

Is it that hopes are let down in mismatched expectations? Who’s hopes of who’s expectations?

Is it a fear of the repercussions? What does this mean for yourself?

Discouragement? Defeat? Disappointment?

I recently helped plan a Haiti benefit event. Before the event started, a friend of mine and I were praying and he referred to the event as our “small offerings.” In my head, I laughed an almost “Small, this is going to be HUGE.”

Then the event happened, and it wasn’t huge. It wasn’t the 200 I was expecting. Nobody had to scream to speak over the crowds. Nobody had to excuse themselves as they weaved and bobbed around a standing room only hors d’oeuvres table. Disappointment set in.

Why am I disappointed? Did He ever say he’d meet my expectations? On what grounds can I say that He didn’t show up in a huge way?

In one month’s time, our small community stepped up to serve. My local community became the hands and feet. We saw the effects of His presence in our short time collaborating with local businesses. We. Had. Fun.

We left a sheen and the parade has barely begun. Who know’s what He’s up to next…

ps – for the record I’m having a difficult time listening to my own heart and hearing what is bubbling. My heart is on the mend and somewhere in there is block between my fingers and my heart. The none-too-coherent-all-about-me post reflects that. I’m trying to push through the dip of my mending heart.