anticipation

HOPE

More often than not I find myself conflating the two. My hope is tainted with anticipation, thinking I know how God is going to move. I put an expectation in what are ultimately my plans not God’s. In these moments, I’ve found myself bitterly dissapointed. I believed God didn’t come through for me and I allowed the enemy to plant seeds of doubt in who I understood my Father to be.

Two remedies:

Remembering that His ways are higher and His thoughts are deeper

Going through His track record and encouraing my heart with all of the ways He’s come through for me—I can’t think of a time He’s failed me

Maybe some of the plans were answered differently than I expected. Maybe they took longer than I would’ve liked. But, the promises have undoubtedly been immeasurabely greater than what I could’ve thought or imagined

Believing in His sovereignty helps me to be still, but there’s more to it than that. 

In the moments when I feel myself beginning to anticipate, I have to remind myself to seek counsel from the Holy Spirit instead. To ask for wisdom about how God has called me to use my time now. To distinguish between what He’s taking care of and what He’s called me to steward. 

In the wait, 

I can worship and

I can remember that I’m standing in answered prayers.

There’s something I’m meant to cultivate here

and there are no error in His ways. 

I don’t know how or when all the promises will unfold, 

but I know the Promise Keeper. 

It’s in Him that I place my hope.