Trudy M. Johnson, MA, LMFT, CTSML
Certified Trauma Specialist – Master’s Level
3798 Asbury Lane | Murfreesboro, TN 37129
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Wives World ~ Expectations and Lessons Learned

Oh how the expectations of life trip us up. The things we “expected” don’t happen. Instead we end up disappointed, disillusioned and discouraged. So many of my clients struggle with things not turning out like they “expected.” Sometimes I think that expectations are merely God’s way to get our attention. What we expect doesn’t happen so we are forced to learn the lessons we need to learn. In the end there is fruit from the bad experience.

I can’t help but share last weekend’s Great Expectation/Lesson Learned experience. It was my husband’s BIG —something 0 birthday! (not allowed to say…but it was a significant one). We started planning in January so that our children could coordinate the June date. We were going to meet a few days in Colorado for a fun time. That became too expensive for folks to fly and then drive to the out of way place we were going. Later we all decided to drive to Bryce Canyon for a few days of camping. That got foiled when our son started a new job with no time off. Oh well.

We decided to have a nice celebration at home…just he and I. We went to Sam’s and really splurged…got a big lobster for our date night. The week before his birthday, I landed a lot of hours of work. We felt I would be a ragdoll by the end of the day. We would instead just have a few boiled shrimp (peel and eat) with asparagus and rye bread. That was the new celebration we were expecting for the day.

Saturday afternoon I came home dead dog sick. I collapsed in my chair, hacking, coughing, sneezing. I wanted to participate in the celebration so you know I had to be pretty sick to admit I was unable to do so. So my dear hubby fixed some nice hot chicken noodle soup and greased me up with vicks and I fell into bed, hoping to recover by Monday for a very full week of work.

Sitting alone in his recliner, my sweet hubby made a list of all the things he was thankful for. His ending journal entry was that he had been humbled by God to be a servant to me and to do it gracefully on his BIG 0 birthday. Oh and did I mention his celebration dinner consisted of two left over Jewish hotdogs and on half of a two day old toasted cheese sandwich. He admits this is definitely a birthday he will remember. His expectations went from a big hoopla celebration to serving me with no complaints. Now that is making good out of bad…a real man whose life is sure worth celebrating in my book!

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