Expectations vs. Reality videos are so popular. Rightfully so, they’re absolutely hilarious, but why are they so funny? It’s funny because there’s at least some element of truth. We have expectations, and reality comes in and gives us “truth bombs” we don’t always want to accept.
We’ve all done it. I know you have at least once in you’re life joked about how you just got a reality check. We joke about how very imperfect things are compared with our expectations. I mean, c’mon, it can’t be THAT hard to make our expectations a realit right?
None of us want pain. We want things to go a certain way. Many a time I’ve expected my days to go oh-so-perfect, yet those are my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. It isn’t because the day is so bad, there’s nothing wrong with the day except it didn’t meet my expectations. It doesn’t happen only in our plans and days, I find it happens way too much in my walk with God.
You see, I expect God to show up and he does not, or so I think. I can distinctly remember a time when that happened less than a month ago. I wanted desperately to feel his presence. I was sick of hearing about how God has showed up for others in dreams, visions, out of body experiences, true miracles every one. What’s wrong with that? Why couldn’t I ask that?
I not only asked, I expected. Yet as I prayed for God to show up, I knew in my heart my intentions were out of order. Yes, I wanted to experience God at a deeper level, but it was more for me than so I could be closer to God. How cool it’d be to speak of how God showed up for me that night. I woke in the morning disappointed and angry that he hadn’t shown up. How could he? How come some people “earn the right” to experience his presence while I sit here with nothing?
If I’d been enjoying my reality, I would have seen the mountains God moved, and looking back, I still see some, but how much did I miss when he whispered in my ear. I was expecting a roar and I got the softest whisper. God shows up. He does every time because he loves us so so much, but he wants us to be close enough feel his breath on our neck as he whispers in our ear.
This is not to say that God can’t or doesn’t work in huge ways. There’s a difference between faith and expecting God to do things our way. Not to say I know that line, but I know there is a line.
We most certainly ought expect God to work in ways beyond imagination, but if we expect him to follow our ABC’s, we’ll miss the masterpiece he’s painting one stroke at a time. Some strokes may seem small, dare I say insignificant, while others appear vibrant on the canvas of life, but each is necessary to create the beauty none will understand till we’re called home.
Perfection, that’s what we’re expecting here and, though I’m sure it seems obvious, I’m just going to let you know here and now, it won’t happen. Not in this world not at all. This isn’t our home. You’ll never find the perfect guy, have the perfect kids, live in the perfect house, drive the perfect cars. It won’t happen, so let go of your expectations, so you can embrace every joyful moment of this chaotically intricate masterpiece. Yes, you are a work of art, a masterpiece and loved by the highest of high kings, your father if you’ll let him be.
Proverbs 23:18 (ESV)
Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off.
Jeremiah 33:3 (ESV)
Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.