Somewhere along the line, I gave up expecting anything.
Anything, that is, save disappointment.
The realist in me requires some sort of disclaimer: disappointment is part of life.
The cynic says that's all there is to it.
The optimist says "disappointment means you hope!"
And the rest of me is sick of labels and analyzing and just wants to be me.
Basically, God's been teaching me to expect Him. I spent so much time constructing this model of how I think that life should work. And as I live, it becomes increasingly apparent that my plans aren't necessarily the ones that He has for me. From college to career to the confuddlement of relationships, nothing is as I thought it would be.
But it's good.
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