Wait a Minute. This Isn't My World!

DISAPPOINTED!

When we I put our my hope in things not intended by God, things not eternal and not firm in foundation, we are I am sorely disappointed. And then we I point our my fingers at God and call Him a liar or a deceiver. We I ask Him why He deceived us me into thinking that this world was good, or that our my parents were perfect, or that relationships lasted forever. We I demand to know why He lied to us me when He showed us me glimpses of happiness in young relationships or in family or in a trustworthy friend, before we I realize the hard way that these things do not necessarily last. Relationships grow and die. Families fall apart. Friends leave. And we I sit in the aftermath and feel empty and wonder why.

These are the wounds and scars of my/oursinful humanness.

God never intended for family, friends, life to be enough. He never said to drink from the well of human relationships and be satisfied. Yet here I am we are, always reverting back to the same things because I am a child we are children who too much enjoy making mud pies in the dirt, not knowing what a vacation at a seaside resort looks like. When we put our hope in things not intended by God, we are eventually disappointed, and our disappointment grows into bitterness at a God who never promised that these things would bring us happiness in the first place.

We take an eager bite into the brown, inedible pie, only to spit it immediately out, disappointed. But God is good, and even this will work for the good of those who love Him. With the bitter taste of mud lingering in our mouths, we know, "There has to be more than this." And there is. And at that moment, we start to understand and learn and desire something greater than what we see in front of us.