Hope

A couple weeks ago I was teaching and the florescent light decided it wanted to be a strobe light for an hour until it finally blew out. It made this ridiculously loud bang and well, I screamed. The kids just looked at me and I laughed, but they didn't budge. They actually didn't even laugh at me. They just looked up to ask how to spell the next word.

Nothing phases these kids. They are the embodiment of expectation. They expect lights to blow up, they expect me to look like an idiot and try to make them jump around, they expect to come to class and to learn.
My girls are the same way with God. They expect Him to work in monumental ways, to move mountains, to restore their health. And, they're not surprised when it happens.

I have really been seeing that when I expect and humbly ask for things, it not only allows me to see His work, but it allows Him to do even more amazing things.

I've been praying that the confidence in the girls that I work with and the kids I teach is built up. And every day I can see it happening. At school, I have one kid who two weeks ago wouldn't talk to me or look at me and this week he was reading and answering questions. The girls, who complain about walking five minutes to work, spend an hour doing aerobics with me (or at least sort of). They're each making choices, and make sure that they're teaching me things.

When I expect things, and ask humbly for them, I'm prepared for things to shift, I'm prepared for God to provide in extreme amounts, and I'm not shocked. I don't scream. I'm not surprised. It's then I can best live (or try to) with a thankful heart, continuously praising and glorifying Him.