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for my expectation is from him.
I honestly can’t remember what gave me the impression I would be receiving a horse that Christmas, but I did. I choose to overlook the fact we lived in the city with a small backyard, not on a farm. When I raced down the stairs with my brother and sister that Christmas morning, I just knew my horse would be there, waiting for my loving embrace.
I did get a horse that morning, but not the one I was expecting. It was a foot tall, plastic, and had removable tackle. I named it Spike and made a horse blanket for it to wear out of a footie from my PJ’s. The name I chose and the blanket I made provided endless opportunities for teasing and torment at the hand of my siblings.
I have had a few other moments like this growing up. Grand expectations followed by periods of waiting, and then crushing disappointment. People have disappointed me, and I have disappointed myself, but there is one who has never been a disappointment, never given a gift that fell short. My life is a menagerie of His Faithfulness and perfection, His Deity on grand display. Truly no one can give without fail, exactly what we need, when we need it unless He is standing with one foot in the past and the other in the future.
Some gifts, like my husband, came later than I wanted. Others weren’t even close to the “”Big book of toys catalog” images I mentally circled as my wish list for life. Most of His gifts have been followed by ah-ha moments of revelation and the simple word “WOW!” and like David I say my expectation is in Him.