I took the weekend off from blogging, as I had a full schedule and was preparing to welcome my husband home from his 16 day trip to China & Korea.
Saturday morning, I had some girls over for a book club. After they left, I knew I had to fill my day in order to make it to 10 pm when my husband was expected to land without being antsy.
I did my long run, of 8 miles, which was glorious. I cleaned my whole apartment, did some laundry, and got ready in a cute outfit. I even went out and got a cute little “I miss you” type of card to welcome him home with.
Everything was perfect.
Stuck in Toronto
Unfortunately, he text me when he landed in Toronto last night and said he wouldn’t be making it home as planned. His flight from Korea didn’t take off until 2 hours after it was supposed to due to cabin pressure issues. He missed his connecting flight from Toronto to Boston, and there were no more flights last night.
All my expectations and anticipation was crushed. Another night alone… What a disappointment.
I did get to talk to him on the phone for quite a while, but I tried not to be upset. He sounds utterly exhausted after having come from a very busy trip and then travelling all the way from Korea. All he wanted was a shower and to stop eating processed hotel food.
In reality, I know one more day apart isn’t a big deal. To someone else, it’s easy to say “He’ll be home soon, don’t worry!” But because my expectations were such that he would be getting home last night and I was sooo excited about it, I’ve been quite upset. The reality of one day isn’t disappointing; my unmet perfect expectations not being met is disappointing.
I’m disappointed because… We were supposed to have all day today to reconnect and have quality time together, but now that’s being cut short. He was put on standby for a flight that left at 9 am, but he didn’t get on it. He won’t be back in Boston until later tonight. So both our hopes of having just one day together before a busy week starts are gone. He has to go back to work tomorrow, and I won’t even be home tomorrow night…
But, last night, as I curled into bed with Beans, I grabbed my nightly devotional before I prayed. God, of course, had the most perfect words to say to me in such an imperfect time. The devotional title was “Life Isn’t Perfect.” That alone is a reminder I needed to hear.
The end of the devotional said:
If we expect that we’ll experience out dreams in just the way we plan, prepare and picture them, we may find ourselves shocked and disappointed. In this imperfect world, our tomorrows are not always controllable. Our meticulously strategized plans may not work out as we hope. Our most passionate dreams may not materialize as we envision. Life is not perfect. Only God is – and that is certain.
Way to blow my socks off, God! All I could do was shake my head and embrace the fact that His ways are not my ways.
While I have no idea exactly what God’s purpose was behind my husband not getting back on time, I was pointed to my Lord and Savior nonetheless. I was reminded that, even when I expect good, normal things to happen – sometimes it doesn’t. The fact that I acknowledge that life isn’t perfect – and remember that God is the one in control – I feel a wave of freedom wash over me.
I know he’ll be back soon, and just because it didn’t turn out perfectly doesn’t mean his homecoming won’t be just as sweet.