The Titus 2:4 Project

Tempers flaring, we stood toe-to-toe.   "Well, what did you expect? " He roared. "Not this! " Tears pooled in my eyes. I stormed away and locked myself in our room.   I don't even remember what we were fighting about that day, only how I felt when my expectations had not been met.  I felt like he just didn't care.  I was disappointed.    In all my years of marriage,  I have come to understand one thing.  Every single frustration, no matter what it's about or the degree of emotional turmoil, always boils down to one thing: unmet expectations.   I expected one thing to happen, and it didn't...or I didn't expect something to happen, and it did.  Plain and simple.    I expected a card for Mother's Day.  He forgot.  I expected him to let me sleep late on Saturday.  He woke me up before the sunrise. I expected him to put his dirty dishes in the sink before he ...

Nothing makes me more frustrated...well, almost nothing...than walking into a fast food establishment (pick one), with my mouth watering for a particular food... I place my order and anxiously wait... When what to my wondering eyes would appear - a pile of something that barely resembles the colorful, delicious looking photo hanging over head!  How do they sleep at night? To be fair, it's not just the fast food joints that are guilty of this crime.  It's also a common practice of many grocery store items, especially the boxed variety.  I mean, let's face it.  If the photo on the box looked like the reality of what you'll be eating, you probably wouldn't have purchased it in the first place, right? It just doesn't seem fair that we should be tricked into purchasing something that is so much less that what we expected.  Whether it's food, or a pair of shoes that's supposed to make our tooshie firmer, or a shampoo that is supposed to make our hair look...