Expectation

Every morning, I expect my 6-year old to wake up and ask for breakfast in bed. I expect each and every day to see the sun and the moon. I know without a doubt I will wake loving my husband and my children and love them more before I kiss them goodnight.

I expect I will mess up.  I know the enemy will taunt and I know Jesus will meet me where I live, even if it’s not pretty or welcoming or clean. I know one day I will meet Him.  Not because I am good or worthy or even nice.  Because for the uncanniest reason, He loves me and I have asked him to forgive and forget the mess that I am and the one I will be tomorrow and the next day.

By the most extraordinary of miracles, He does and He will and I am so humbled and grateful for that. I can set aside the expectations I have of myself because where I lay those down is where He begins.

I am absolutely nothing without Him. I cannot hear the humor in my daughter’s voice without Him. I cannot see the beauty of this earth nor the one to come without Him.

I cannot taste the incredible nature of His love without the portion I receive daily from my lovelies. I don’t know why He chose to offer His Son, but I am forever totally and completely in debt to Him for offering Him for me.

I cannot expect anything more.  Why do we?

Why do we look at our home and want a castle. Why do we look at our people and want perfection. Why do we look in the mirror and see less than a holy vessel? He completes.  He finishes.  He adds and beautifies and forgives.

We simply must testify.