Disappointed.

Sigh…

[nothing good begins with such a sigh…]

I'm disappointed, friends. Life is disappointing me. Work ends in two weeks and I don't have a new job. Because work ends I don't have housing in two weeks and I don't have a new apartment. My friends are moving out of Chicago and I never see the ones who are here.I want to be studying at Gordon but I'm here in a self-propelled frenzy of study. I'm disappointed.

Life doesn't look like I had hoped it would. Dreamed. Wished. Envisioned.

All my better efforts and plans have fallen through. The things I worked meticulously to align have faded out of the picture. I don't have money, a place to live or a plan for either. And, you know what, that's probably okay. Actually, more than just okay. It's probably right. Sounds like our God, doesn't it? He seems to be in the habit of limiting our arrangements so we will fix out eyes Him, frustrating our strategies so we will be still and hear Him. This morning, I read Isaiah 54:10:

Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
nor my covenant of peace be removed,”
says the LORD, who has compassion on you.

This God, the God of unfailing love who authors covenants of peace, has compassion on us! He doesn't stand passively by as we struggle and wonder and question. He in intently for us and bent in our direction. He's not just tolerant of us but tender toward us. And that makes all the difference with disappointment.