expectation vrs reality

I didn't expect so much. 

I sat down to a conversation with a knowledge that something would happen, something was changing. 

I got offered a job-role of a lifetime. A chance to live out things I never expected nor dreamed to. 

I live in a vineyard, in a country more beautiful than I could imagine, I work for a man who lives out a vision seen, a purpose so real and so inspired, a life in which God is the only way and only focus. 

I wake up and get challenged by who I am surrounded by every day. 

6 years ago I moved to a city called Sheffield. 

I thought I would do university, get married, work for church and support my husband in that. 

I didn't expect the relationship to end. 

I didn't expect to stay in Sheffield. 

I didn't expect to come to Romania for 10 days one March.

I did not expect to move here. 

My expectation was so small. So tiny and boxed in compared to where I am now. 

In 6 years I changed and moved and moulded into something beyond my expectations, beyond my dreams.  

I boxed in me, I boxed in God. 

I live a life so beyond my expectations. 

I forget so easily how incredible it is here. 

Today was not one of those days. 

The people here are people who I adore; they give me hope and challenge and courage. 

God pushes me off mountains and provides me with the wings to then fly. 

This reality is so far beyond my expectations. 

R.