My working definition of expectations: assuming people will behave in a certain way.
Wow. What was I thinking?
These words are all disappointment bombs, dropping broken hearts all along the pathway to peace.
And yet it happens all the time. I expect people to behave a certain way. Other people expect me to behave a certain way.
I even expect myself to behave a certain way.
It’s a war zone of emotional catastrophes.
Is is so hard to just remember that people are only human?
Only God is perfect.
In our human typical way, we even assume God disappoints us sometimes. Even He can’t behave the way WE want Him to.
Who do we think we are?
We are just dust. Infused with life, a gift from God.
Gently, we have to learn to live with other humans.
Piles of dust, trying to do the best we can, breathing in and out every day.
Please, Lord, help me be gentle with the human dust I encounter every day. The dust is blessed and sacred. Because You deemed it so.
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