“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!)
1 comment:
Hey sis! Thanks for posting this, I really enjoyed reading that blog, it was very encouraging! I love you so much <3 Riss
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