What Expectation?

It's Friday morning and time to meet up with The Gypsy Mama (Lisa Jo), who spreads a feast before us consisting of a challenge:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Today's word is EXPECTATION.
 




GO!

When I divorced in 1973, I became a single mom raising a bubbly, cute boy of almost three on my own.  I worked as a legal secretary to keep our lives together, and it meant I had very little time to parent this sweet child.

Despite the hardness of my lot, I never dreamed or expected to marry again.  I was done with men!  No more!  I railed at God for my lost dream the first time around.  Why would I try again?

But, as they say, time heals all wounds.  Fast forward to March 1981 and a tall, handsome man in our church wanders into our lives.  "Don't even think about it," I told myself.  "You'll get hurt again."

Attribution

"Not so fast," whispered in my ear.  God seemed to have other plans.  He seemed to know more than I did about what was expected in my life.

On August 15, 1981, I married that tall, handsome man, and have spent almost 31 years feeling as cherished as the wife in Ephesians.

Oftentimes our expectations and dare we say our plans aren't the same as God's plans and expectations for us.

Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives,
exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. 

Ephesians 5:25 (MSG)

STOP!

Note:  Images and Scripture added after five minutes was up.

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