“Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest at home in your place! We expect our fill of good things in your house, your heavenly manse.” Psalm 65.4
Expectation is often an alternative for disappointment. We purchase the tennis racquet expecting our game to improve, and it does not. We prepare the big dinner, taking hours preparing from the store purchase to the kitchen, and they eat in rushed silence, only stopping to ask for salt. We carefully carve our time in our lives to do something together and they are going to get their hair done.
It would have been so easy for yesterday’s events to be a disaster. Flights cancelled, reroutes long, luggage in an unknown dreamland, and airline food combined to drain the energy from my three girls. Coming off the plane, you could spot the tiredness in their walk. Their only disguise came through their eyes, the excitement and anticipation of being a family again.
My expectations were simple yet ripe for failure. I expected a sense of family togetherness and oneness. I looked for a feeling of belonging and acceptance. In the first minutes, hours, and now day I experience all I looked for and more.
What do I expect from God? Do I seek God with the same intense pursuit that I follow with family? Am I willing to work until 2 a.m. preparing for time together? Do I know who God is and what he promises?
For days, my intense desire grew to be with family. I have the same passion to be part of God’s chosen. I sat in his presence, felt his touch, knew his love, and now I want nothing else! I do hope and pray you share this same desire. God is such an awesome friend to be in relationship with. He accepts me when no one else could. He brings me peace when everything is at war. He lifts me to himself, wrapping arms of love around me, knowing this is what I most want and need. He is all that I expect and more.
