I’ve been home from General Conference 2016 (GC 2016) for exactly one week. As I began to unpack my suitcases (yes I just got around to that), I also began to “unpack” my thoughts and feelings. I turned the clock back in my mind to that day in June when I was elected to be a delegate for GC 2016 and as the conference grew nearer I became more and more anxious about all I would be representing ….the CTC, the South District, the UMW, my local church and of course my family. You see….I’ve always been that person that reads the entire instructions before using a new toy, tool, gadget or software. All the many letters, newsletters, books and magazines received from various individuals / groups promoting personal causes / issues to be addressed at GC 2016 were placed in a binder and sorted by the corresponding petition, resolution number or subject. (Some call this nerdy) Giving God my best was my goal and the names and faces of all the people I represented were etched in my brain and there were great expectations…..of me, by me.
They say expectations can be high, low, reasonable, unreasonable, good or bad. The bible references expectations of redemption (Romans 8:19), expectations of judgment (Hebrews 10:27), delayed expectations (Proverbs 13:12a), realized expectations (Proverbs 13:12b) and unrealized expectations (Proverbs 11:7). As we broke into our assigned legislative committees a road was forged where I would ultimately experience every form of expectation before going home. Throughout the deliberations and discussions there seemed to be two groups at work; one fully dedicated in doing God’s work and what was “best” for the church overall and one that seemed equally interested in what was best for “them” personally. Most evenings I left filled with more questions and less hope. This became the focus of my evening prayers …. for insight and vision without being judgmental. For all to remember why we were there and remember to whom we belonged became the greatest expectation for me. The struggle with the daily issues became clear as I read these words; “Rest in God alone, my soul, for my hope comes from Him.” Psalm 62:5 (HCSB)