expectaions.

"We were all brought into this world with expectations. Some from our parents, grandparents, and just the community around you."

This was said at church two or three weeks ago, and it's stuck with me.

Why?

I think about the expectations my parents have made for me, and I think about the expectations God has made for me. Then I think about the expectations I have made for myself.

Do all of these align?

No.

The expectations I have from God are way higher than the expectations I set for myself. God has been using me in all of these awesome ways, and I can't even own up to the expectations I set for myself.

Shoot, I don't even have enough will-power to stop drinking pop if it weren't for Matt betting me.