Disappointment is a, hairy monster,
that can steal good moments of your life.
It robs us of energy
and to our life contributes strife.
When our expectations are high,
but the truth comes in low,
Our feelings and emotions,
Start us moving slow
Asking ourselves,why, or how, or what,
And to our person feels the deepness of a cut.
A blow to our being, our mind, and soul
And upon our sleep it takes a toll.
What’s with disappointment — our face hanging sad
Or causing some to be fairly mad.
It is our hopes being shattered that we watch fly away?
Do we feel like it is the end of the day?
The end of a time, a moment we treasured,
That will no longer be a space to measure,
Measure how happy we were in that place
How sure we were of it’s life giving grace.
When we feel disappointment, what does this mean?
After the sad, what’s next to be seen?
To pick up our head, and take the next step,
And get read, to start to prep,
For whatever comes next, we just may not know,
At that can be a scary go!
So were we fearful of what ceased to be,
Or are we worried of what the future may be?
The future, a time yet to unfold,
To be imagined and dreamed of,
A story to be told.
A hope to be found,
while looking around.
Disappointment is never the end of the road,
It is the start of new travels, and adventure to hold.
The musings of a pastor, Nicole Martin
Recently I saw a meme that depicted a series of glasses with water filling the cups half way. The first half full cup was labeled optimist for it was half full. The 2nd was pessimist as the glass was half empty. The third was realist as it was simply a glass of water The labels continued, physicist – the glass was half gas half liquid. For the surrealist the glass was half and half on a vertical plane. The relativist it was half full and half empty. The utopist half full on the top half of the glass, and last but not least the skeptic wondered, “It’s not water at all.”
Being a half full kind of girl, an optimist, you know it is tough. Sometimes one wants to throw their hands up in the air and say, “Beeeeeeeep”and cry themselves to sleep. No matter where we are with our perspectives, disappointments happen. We each have expectations and dreams, and desires, and goals, and when they are interrupted, well it just sucks. Maybe it is a small suck like getting a whiff of a bad odor or it can also be a large sucks like earth shattering ground shaking waves that rocks our world into another county. Either way there is a moment, when we simply have to step back look up to the sky, shake our fists and scream, “Uuugggghhhh.”
And that release, a primal cry, I believe is a very important part of dealing with the disappointment we are standing in. For it takes us out of the thinking moment,of analyzing each detail, and wondering just what happened, and it sends us back to basic. The deep lament reminds us to breath. In and out. Cool air to renew the lungs.
It reminds us to hang on to what is happening in the now. To hear the beating life inside our self. To stop and say, my being is greater than what this disappointment is. To pick our head up and know we are more than the sum of the things that disappoint us, those things that look like failures and pains. We are more than the negative we attribute to our life. This moment of breath is healing and renewal, and it brings us back to the truth that we were created to do good, and be good, and be light. And we were created to be in hope, for what is next, for what is coming, because in hope we breath with fresh air, a new step, and new beginning.
14-16 “Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. (Matthew 5:14-16, The Message version)