When People Disappoint Us

There comes a point in life when you realize something difficult but true: People will disappoint you.

Friends. Family. Church leaders. Business partners. Spouses. Children. Mentors. Even the people you were sure never would.

Not always in catastrophic ways. Sometimes it is smaller than that. A forgotten phone call. A careless comment. A promise that quietly faded away. A moment you needed someone to show up and they did not. Or maybe they showed up physically, but not emotionally.

Sometimes the disappointment comes from what they did. Sometimes it comes from what they never did.

And if we are honest, sometimes the deepest ache is realizing they were never capable of being what we hoped they would be.

That realization can make a person cynical if they are not careful. It can make you want to pull away, build walls, stop expecting anything from anyone. After all, if people always disappoint, why risk closeness at all?

But somewhere in the middle of thinking about all of this, another thought came to me: God knows every disappointing thing about us too.
And yet Scripture still says we are the apple of His eye.

“He who touches you touches the apple of his eye.”
— Zechariah 2:8 (ESV)

What an astonishing thing!

Because unlike people, God does not love an edited version of us. He sees every selfish moment, every fear, every failure, every contradiction, every weakness we try to hide from others. He sees the whole thing clearly.

And still He calls us His workmanship.

“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works…”
— Ephesians 2:10 (ESV)

Workmanship.
Crafted. Intentional. Carefully formed by the hands of a Creator who is not surprised by our humanity.

Humans tend to love idealized versions of each other. But God loves us with complete knowledge. That kind of love is different. Holier. Safer. Steadier.

I think this is why Scripture continually reminds us to keep our eyes on Him rather than people. Because people were never meant to carry the weight of being our ultimate source of peace, identity, or security. The higher the pedestal, the harder the fall.

And maybe maturity is not learning to stop loving people. Maybe it is learning to love them honestly, to remember they are human too and capable of beauty and failure in the very same breath.

Peter disappointed people. David disappointed people. Thomas doubted. Martha grew frustrated.
Even the disciples fell asleep while Jesus was suffering in the garden.

The Bible is full of imperfect people being held together by a perfect Savior.

That truth humbles me because somewhere along the way, I have disappointed people too. Even people I truly loved. Which means I need the same grace I long to receive from others.

So yes, people will disappoint us. But disappointment does not have to harden us.

It can instead remind us where our true anchor has always been.

Not in personalities. Not in titles. Not in applause.
Not even in the people we love most.

But in Christ.

And when people fail us, including ourselves, the porch light still shines.

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.thefathersporch.com/
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