He Who Exceeds Expectations

Exceeds Expectations

What would you rather: your fallible, misguided, human expectations met? Or God’s perfect, timely Will to be done? 

An actual question, I really asked myself this week.

Yesterday, I was on my way home with my mom from the city. We started talking about…ugh, my love life. Or lack of one rather. *cringes* And for about the millionth time, she told me that the only one who needed to change was myself and my attitude. “You need to give people a chance. Don’t discount them because they’re not X, Y or Z. Because they aren’t what you expected.”

After I wallowed for a bit–as per my usual M.O.–I started thinking to myself: I’ve been praying that the Lord would prepare me and provide for me in this area of my life, and that His will would be done–not mine. And then I heard Him speak directly to my heart and say, ‘See, I am doing that new thing (Isaiah 43:19) you’ve been asking and praying for, remember?’ 

And then I prayed.

I prayed that God would rid my heart of any and all ridiculous expectations I had of Him and my future (career, schooling, relationships, etc.).

I prayed that I would have a submissive heart to yield to His commands in obedience. First and foremost, regardless of marital status, my desire is to be a woman of God that hears and obeys the Lord’s calling in every area/stage of my life.

And lastly, I prayed that His will be done–not mine.

Because even though I might not see how He is working, I can rest assured that He is. And that He is working for my good.

Expectations: Let Them GO.

What expectations are you holding on to? 

Clinging on for dear life to? Having your hands clasped so tightly around until your knuckles ache?

And what will it take for you to let them go and give it to God?

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Leighann

Twenty-something, lover of Jesus. I like animals (esp. dogs), Fun-Fetti cupcakes and yoga. I love God and do my best to love others. I hate too-warm weather and socks that fall into your shoes when you walk. I'm a huge fan of Christian rap and cold, sunny days.

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  • Justiya

    Leighanne I haven’t been on social media but this read came at a perfect time. This is beautiful and one of the many questions I have never asked myself at all. Thanks for the post! Very encouraging!

    • Leighann

      Leighann

      Girl, thanks so much for reading! And I’m so glad it spoke to you – the Lord is doing a new thing and I just want to be a part of it. But that means I need to heed His call and obey His commands. I’m still working on it and I’ll be praying for you too!

  • Reeni

    I love this! Such an important thing to remember:) Thanks for sharing!

    • Leighann

      Leighann

      I am so glad to hear that – thanks so much for reading, Reeni!

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