Sweet Expectations

I was around six years of age. One time, during summer vacation I stayed at my grandparents cottage without the rest of my family. Just me and Grandma & Grandpa. I was their sixth grandchild, so one-on-one time with my mother's parents was not too common.

Every morning during my stay I secretly made my bed. I was staying in the only other bedroom in their small cottage. I would get up in the morning and after breakfast I would look for an opportunity to sneak back into my room to make my bed. I wanted to be sure that Grandma wasn't looking.

Each day Grandma would comment to me and Grandpa how she couldn't figure out who was making my bed. She said that someone must be sneaking into the cottage. She played it up very well. She had me believing that she thought my bed was magically made each day.

I loved doing tasks without being asked. I found pleasure in surprising my parents or whoever was in charge over me. I thrived on it.

I did not like being told what to do.

I have balked at expectations. If I knew that something was expected, I would avoid the task.

Expectations caused me to withdraw. Expectations made me afraid to give too much of myself away.

Fear of allowing people to get close to you will cause you to not grow beyond yourself. Relationships cannot flourish. Intimate bonds are not easily forged.

I was limiting what God could do through me.

Thankfully God wants His way in my life. The only expectation that I now choose to allow in my life is put there by myself. I expect myself to love God wholly, to allow the Word of Truth to be my life's guide and to know Him intimately.

If I know God intimately, then I can safely and freely know others intimately.

RhondaY