I didn’t want to wake up this morning and face this day - Sunday.
Sundays have been long and boring for a while now.
Being a widow alone.
Add to that all the Covid-19 "stuff".
Growing up Sundays were long and boring unless someone came over - which was most Sundays, thankfully.
But those where no one came, oh those stretched on for months in a day.
Sundays with Rick were mostly good.
Church. Time with family. Or a lazy Sunday afternoon nap. Watch a football game. Go for a long walk. There was always something going on.
Well, until the later years of his life.
Then those Sundays become more of the long and boring kind, or the kind where he was irritable and just picked an argument to have something to do.
And now, since I’ve been here in this apartment?
Long, boring, and dreadfully alone.
But as I was beginning to get dressed this morning, I hear that still small Voice:
- Stop expecting.
So, me being me with the love affair for words, I look up what is the difference between hoping and expecting - because they seem, at first thought, basically the same.
Therefore, if I don’t expect, I don’t hope.
Granted, hope deferred makes the heart sick - so if I don’t hope, I can’t get heart sick.
And I find this:
Having hope means you are trusting the process.
Having an expectation means you are trusting the results.
Having a hope means that the future is uncertain.
Having an expectation means that you are predetermining the future.
Having a hope is an action of humility.
Having an expectation can be an act of pride.
Having a hope does not disappoint.
Having an expectation often falls short.
Having a hope helps us acknowledge that God knows best.
Having an expectation often indicates that you know best.
All I can say is WOW. What a Light! What a Blessing!
So, I can Hope today is a good day, filled with laughter and blessings.
But not expect it to be filled with busy-ness or people.
Not expect to see anyone, but Hope I get to hear from others.
Hope knows that God has the best day lined out for me, one that will have me in my place for helping to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Not expect that I know what makes a good Sunday.
I am so thankful for those 2 words: Stop expecting.
I’m so glad that God loves me and He cares even about the little things.
I think that’s the one thing I have learned so far in reading the later chapters of Exodus and these chapters of Leviticus -
- God, is IN the details.
- God detailed everything then about the building of the Temple and the clothes the priests were to wear, to the way the offerings were to be presented, and more. Every detail of life was laid out.
- God is the same God today as He was then. Because He never changes.
- So ... He is in the details of our lives, too. He cares. He cares about what’s important to us.
- just like Sundays are to me.
And therefore I stop expecting.
My Hope is in God.
That He knows best, even for my Sunday.
Even if it is to be here in this apartment alone.
He knows best.
I need to keep my heart in Hope, not expectation.
Wait, watch and see what He will do with this day.
So why "Scattered Feathers" ? ? ?
You can read it here