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Expectations vs. Hope: What's My Point?

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Two things have come from my October 31 vlog: "Why Expectations are Always an Epic Fail."


God is at Work

First, awe at the evidence of God’s grace at work as I stumbled over “does” vs. “do.”

A year ago, I would have been so mortified by such a mistake (especially for an English teacher and wannabe writer!) that I would have compulsively re-shot the video over and over again to get it “just right.”


Plastic.

This year, I just laughed at myself and moved on. 

Truly moved on. 

Okay, so I showed the clip to my husband because I wanted to complain to someone about making such a silly mistake. 

But as we watched, I was actually startled by the freedom in my laugh. 

I’m not making this stuff up.

The changes are real!

God is at work!

(Can I hear an AMEN?)


Expectations & Disappointment vs. Hope

Second, I’m back to mulling over expectations, disappointment, and hope. 

I need to come up with a talk title on these topics, and they are not cooperating!  “ex-pec-ta-tions” is four awkward syllables and “dis-ap-point-ment” is another four-syllable mouthful. 

A snappy talk title needs simple one-syllable words!  

So as a word nerd, I looked up “expectation” and “disappoint” in the dictionary.

And I forgot all about talk titles.


Expectations

“expect” comes from Latin and literally translates: 

ex = "thoroughly" + spectare = "to look" (as through a scope)

So when I have an expectation, I am thoroughly seeing it as if it’s already reality. I am looking so forward to it occurring that I am already living there. 

My vision narrows -- as if I’m looking through a scope -- to this focal point:

What. I. Want.

It’s like I’ve taken a giant push pin and stuck it the giant map of life and said, “This point is my goal. Mine, mine, mine, all mine!”

I am an expert at expecting a variety of things:
  • that amazing pink and burgundy skirt in the new Coldwater Creek catalog
  • a certain student to finally take off his hat without being reminded
  • to finish what I’m saying without interruption
  • a stop at Starbucks for an extra whip mocha and brown sugar walnut tart
  • sympathy and comfort when I am sad


Disappointment

“disappoint” comes from Old French desapointier and literally translates:

dis = “away” + appoint = “to point”

So when I am disappointed, I am moved away from my goal.  Or my goal is snatched away from me.  

I can no longer see my focal point.

The push pin marking my goal point is yanked out. 

  • I am pointed elsewhere.
  • And I am not a happy camper!
  • What is my typical response?

Blame.

I blame everyone possible for “letting me down.” 

If they had just cooperated -- or at least stayed out of my way -- I would have made my point by now.

Are you starting to...see my point? 


Hope

It all comes back to seeing.  

I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with setting goals. My Choleric PURSE-onality loves goals and checklists!

But when any goal -- whether it’s

  • obtaining a possession
  • changing another person’s behavior
  • insisting on rules of social conduct
  • getting a special treat
  • requiring emotional support
becomes an expectation, I am doomed for disappointment.

As soon as I see it and start to live as if I’m already there -- I can hear it, feel it, taste it, smell it, and oh can I ever see it! -- I am in danger of becoming so fixated on my point that I lose sight of God’s will for me.

Romans 8:24-25 makes it clear that hope is not about what I can see:

For in this hope we were saved. 
But hope that is seen is no hope at all. 
Who hopes for what he already has? 
But if we hope for what we do not yet have, 
we wait for it patiently.

God never intended me to develop a focal point toward which I strive. 

He created me to focus on Him.

My every need, my every desire is meant to point me to Him.

To hope in Him

  • to provide for my needs (via Coldwater Creek or Target or Goodwill)
  • to reach the hearts of my students (through me and in spite of me!)
  • to teach me to listen (and seek to understand before being understood)
  • to fulfill my need for “something special” (far more lasting than sugary foods)
  • to be my ever-present refuge and strength (firm and secure)

He is my point.


Try This Today:  

Make a small sign that says, “What’s my point?” and place it somewhere you’ll see it frequently. As you find yourself really wanting / needing something, ask, “What’s my point?” as a way of checking to see if you’re moving into expectations (and, thus, guaranteed disappointment!) or if this want/need is pointing you to God.


Your Turn:

  • Over what do you find yourself getting caught in expectations:  Things you want to obtain?  Events you’re hoping will happen?  Behaviors from other people?  Relationship dynamics?
  • How do you tend to handle disappointment:  Blaming others or blaming yourself?  Something else?  How long does it take for you to “move on”?
  • How might your life be different if your expectations were replaced with hope?
  • Anything else on your heart!

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Trying to Bring Back Eden

(August 20-31 I'll be blogging my way through I Blame Eve: Freedom from Perfectionism, Control Issues, & the Tendency to Listen to Talking Snakes by Susanna Foth Aughtmon and giving away a copy each week!  You can enter the drawing via the Rafflecopter at the end of each blog post or right here.)

"The end of time seems so distant. Couldn’t we have just a little perfect here on earth? ...

In the deepest corners of our souls dwells a desire that compels us to do what we have to do to get the results we want."

Susanna Foth AughtmonI Blame Eve:Freedom from Perfectionism, Control Issues, & the Tendency to Listen to Talking Snakes


Whatever It Takes

I know a thing or two about doing whatever it takes to get the results I want.


Have I gotten the results?

Er…

Well…

Um... 

For the most part…

Okay, not really. 

In fact, no.

But I never let that little detail stop me from trying over and over to do whatever it takes.

For the past quarter-of-a-century, my primary efforts have been focused on my marriage. To changing Daniel. To getting him to recreate Eden with me.


What I Want


I have this list in my head of all the things that need to get done before I can consider my day to be a good day….And you know what? It never happens all in the same day. So when do I get to have a good day? What am I waiting for?

I have lists (and not just in my head!) of all the things Daniel needs to do before I can consider him a good husband.

And you know what?  He never does them all at the same time! So when do I get to have a good marriage?  What am I waiting for?

This last week, an older lady in line ahead of me at Safeway had an entire cart full of rose bouquets and gladiolus stems. 

"For something special?"  I asked.

"My husband," she replied.

How wonderful...for her. 

Oh, I wish I had a marriage worth celebrating with $200 worth of flowers!

After the woman left, the cashier explained that the flowers were for a memorial shrine in memory of the her deceased husband. 

“She's been buying flowers every month for 7 years and 6 months. It gives her something to live for. They were married over 50 years."



No Heaven on Earth


I left Safeway in tears. Tears of sorrow. Guilt. Gratitude. 

I texted Daniel about what I’d just seen, adding:

“Oh, to celebrate with such extravagance while we’re alive! And NO, this isn’t a hint that I want flowers. I’m just very, very glad to have you still with me.”

Then, I asked myself some hard questions:

How much am I investing in Daniel’s life each month?  $200 worth of love and devotion, by any chance?

Or am I just making demands, trying to “perfect” him so I can live that little bit of Eden I so desperately crave?

That hankering for a perfect life can unleash all manner of unholiness within us as we try to make our own garden-worthy patch here on earth.” 

I’ve been keeping "Where I Belong" on autoplay all weekend. 

It's a great a reminder that no, I can’t have "just a little perfect here on earth." 

That I really do “unleash all manner of unholiness” when I try to turn this world back into Eden. 

That there is One who can and will. And I need to do whatever it takes to keep my focus on Him.



(Can’t see embedded video?  Click here to listen to Where I Belong!)


Your Turn:

  • When have you looked back in dismay at "whatever it took" to get results you didn't even end up getting?
  • What's on your list of things that have to happen before you consider your day (or marriage or parenting or friendships or ___) "good"?
  • What songs help you re-gain an eternal perspective when you start trying to recreate Eden?
  • Anything else on your heart!

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