I’m still sorting out the results of this last surgery. It will take time. Deep work can stress the body. I’ve found that one can aim to manage the stress, but the body still knows. It manages to show. Rest takes time. Recovery takes time. I’m learning to manage my expectations instead. Hundreds of well-crafted expectations have died a painful and lengthy death, and more are dying daily. I’m learning. My heart is learning to expect only God and to look for His goodness in each now moment.
We used to watch a mindless sitcom that hid a pineapple in every episode. The goal was to look intently enough to find it in each show. Our days are full of hidden pineapples. Each new morning brings a fresh glimpse of God’s goodness, if we’d just have the eyes to see. The best that God gives isn’t the stuff of brick and mortar. Better than what we can touch or own is when God gives Himself. Which He is always doing. Better than what a doctor is schooled to do is who God is. And He never ceases to be…in every moment.
Expect God to give Himself to you each day. Expect love at every impasse. Expect joy in your future. Expect purpose. Expect peace. Expect His faithfulness. Expect the unexpected, because God seems to be fond of it. Expect His goodness. But you’ll need to look up to see Him, and you’ll have to let Him rewrite the dictionary in your heart. Let Him redefine. Let Him engrave it on your heart the way your name is written on His palms. And let the death of what you once held dear, what you once expected life to be, become the fertilizer for His ways and His life in you. Let it spring up something new…something better. Because only He has the words of life.