One day a few months ago I awoke to a rainy, dark day.
I had several errands to run, and I resigned
myself to enduring the gloomy, wet day.
I left the house early wearing a flannel jacket, fortifying myself
against the elements. The heavy clouds pressed close to the earth and motorists were driving with lights on.
After my first stop I came outside, hopped in my
car, and headed south. I looked up to the sky and witnessed what felt like a
miracle. Looking to the southwest I saw a patch of brilliant blue in the
sky—right over Pikes Peak. It was spectacular. The sky above me and to the
north and east were still dark and menacing, but there was a promise in the sky
right in front of my eyes.
By the time I came out of my second appointment,
the skies were mostly clear. The day was so lovely I felt as though I had
traveled to Eden. The morning rain had washed the atmosphere. The skies were
crystal clear, and the snow-capped Rocky Mountains looked like a mirage against
the blue, blue sky.
The change in weather created a lightness in my
heart. As I was driving, it hit me—my expectations had colored my perception of
what the day held. I was so relieved to see the heavy clouds dissipate and the
bright sun cast shadows on the greening landscape.
I guess there’s a lesson to be learned here. Don’t
rely on your expectations or allow them to rule your thoughts because you just
might end up being 100% wrong. Know what I mean? Has that ever happened to you?
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