A word for 2014

I have half a dozen half-finished blog posts sitting in the cache.  Ehhhhhhh.  (typed with emotion).

Why are they sitting there, you may be wondering?  It's all about expectation.  This is my struggle.  If I took a poll of the things I routinely procrastinate on, the number one underlying motive would be "I don't expect the result to be ideal."

One of my red-headed little persons came to my office last week so we could work on how to interact with Kindergarten friends.  Namely, not kicking them in sensitive areas.  At one point during the session he says, "Ms Laura, did YOU KNOW that GOD told it to snow TODAY because He KNEW all the kids would WANT A SNOW DAY?!"  I agreed, because that's what you do with confident, adorable, red headed children, provided they aren't hurting someone.  But, of course, I didn't agree.

And why not?  Why can't I expect God to want to give me snow days?  Why can't I expect that my words won't be misunderstood or manipulated the way they have been in the past?  Why can't I expect peace in my words, around my words, before my words and after?

I can and I will.  This is 2014.  I will expect.  I will expect peace and joy and hidden meaning and surprise and good things that come after struggles.