High Expectations

Happy Easter Sunday! He is Risen!

It’s been a nice day, starting with early church service and ending with a yummy dinner Dave made of salmon, cole slaw, and baked potatoes-sweet for me.

However, it’s been a frustrating weekend for me. My expectations must be too high.

I want church to be more than going in, listening to the message and going home. No interaction with anyone, no classes, not even staying for the last song.

I heard from all the boys. They all made me sad and frustrated. I know I should be happy, but trust me, I keep getting made promises that they don’t keep. I know they are supposedly grown and I have no control over what they do. Can’t make them visit their uncle, go to church, take care of themselves, etc. I can’t pretend to be happy for them when I know how much their lives would improve if they just helped themselves.

So the message today is, pray. And I do, every day. Yet I have to have faith that they can change. Either that, or I lower my expectations.

On a happier note, I did have David for half a day on Thursday and all day Friday! Saturday we went to the Southeast State fair and I lasted about an hour before I was hurting, but we were over it by then anyway. Afterwards, we had a delicious lunch at a new place called Elsas. They serve greek Italian food, and I had never had that kind of meat. I had a bowl, which had the mixed meat, plus chicken and veggies over rice.

Friday night we met with Florida friends and went to dinner and that was fabulous also. So the weekend wasn’t all frustration.

The Lord never gives us more than we can handle, so I will pray on how to handle what I cannot control.