Looking for a Savior

 

Looking for a Savior

Theme: Misplaced Expectations

I thought love meant rescue. I thought a man could save me. That a kiss and a fairytale would fix all the years of abuse, neglect, and trauma. I wasn’t looking for a husband back then—I was looking for someone to come in, sweep me up, and make everything better.

But that kind of weight isn’t meant for any human to carry.

When you marry a dream, eventually you have to face the real person. And when you’ve made someone your savior, you’re setting them up to fail. That’s what I did. And when he didn’t meet my expectations, I got angry. Disappointed. Resentful. Because deep down, I had built my hope on sand instead of the Rock.

I’m learning now to let God heal the little girl who wanted to be rescued. To stop expecting redemption from broken people. And to receive it straight from the One who was always there.

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Scripture Meditation:
“It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man.” — Psalm 118:8

Reflect:
Where have you placed expectations on others that only God can fulfill?
Are you looking for healing from people who are broken themselves?

Prayer:
Lord, I release the false saviors. Heal the places in me that long to be rescued. Help me see You as the One who redeems, the One who restores. I want to build my hope on You, not on anyone else.

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