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Hope for the best and expect the worst. This is what we said when we chose to adopt children with traumatic pasts. It sounds negative, but it’s reality.
I’m learning that expectations kill relationships and hope feeds them. When I set expectations, I set my children up for failure. When I have hope, I speak positively. I feed them with desire. I also accept them where they’re at.
I discovered early in marriage that if I expected my husband to clean while I was gone, I would be greatly disappointed. If, however, I hoped he would clean but expected him not to (and chose to happily love him regardless), I would be pleasantly surprised if my hope was fulfilled.
For hope looks for success in the future and expectation wants it now.
What do you feed your relationships? Are you expecting someone to meet your standards or are you hoping they will grow?
And while you weigh the importance of your expectations, will you please pray for the hope of this family?
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