“Expectations kill relationship.”
I’ll never forget where I was standing, what the color of the sky was, when Mama said those words.
The words reverberate inside of me, and ring true, sure. When I expect something, demand something, presume, anticipate, await something, I fail to be to grateful for what is. I smother the gift of what simply is, in my stampeding expectation for what I proudly, arrogantly, wrongly think should be. My expectations of what kind of life God should give snuffs out my gratitude for the life He has given.Read the rest here.
(Also I have been tagged to post some recipes....will do that soon!)