Irreplaceable

I find myself to be a very introspective person. I often like to examine the why behind the what in my mind. Why do I feel this way? I am I afraid of that? Why can’t I do this?

I wish I could simply quiet my brain and live in the present moments of life,but I have yet to find a way.

So my question of late has been this: why exactly do people always disappoint me?

There are a number of reasons I’ve examined, most of them plausible. But my mind always comes back to the possibility that the full responsibility is my own. I am the one to blame for my own disappointment, because my expectations must be set way too high in man.

Which Is probably why I feel replaceable every now and then. This is certainly why I feel I “give so much” only to get “nothing” in return. And I’m convinced my high expectations in man are the sole reason I often think I’m very much alone, even when surrounded by people.

If I allow the Holy Spirit to do and be exactly what he is meant to do and be, my expectations would never be upset, for God never disappoints. Psalms speaks of my soul waiting on The Lord and my expectation being in The Lord. God knew our natural bent would be to look toward each other for happiness. That is why his word is sure to redirect our eyes (and our hearts) up.

I am irreplaceable to someone- and he’s above me. I need not look forward or behind me; my eyes need to tilt up. And in doing so, my expectations don’t need to fall. He will meet them. He always does.

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DanniWrites

I am a 32 year old teacher in Georgia, originally from Ohio (Go Buckeyes!). I am also a singer and I recently taught myself how to play guitar. For fun, I enjoy reading and lots of Netflix binges, which is my American right! I have also been known to cycle, run half marathons, and do just about whatever I set my mind to. A charming shepherd-mix dog named Kingsley lives with me and keeps me laughing at his antics at every turn. I am learning how to love the life I live with each passing day. Sometimes it's easy...other times, I write about it.

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