I’m learning a lot about patience, especially now since it’s harvest season.
Now don’t get me wrong, the virtues of patience weren’t completely lost on me, I’ve gone through the motions of sowing and reaping before…but then, it was more about the result.
I deliberately did something with the expectation that my hard work would pay off. Surprisingly, I’ve taken this approach time and time again with moderate success. Usually if I did the work, I’d reaped the benefit.
That is until recently.
I planted the seed, spoke success over my life and now that it’s harvest season – nothing.
I’m going to stop with the planting metaphors; I think you get the picture.
So I did what all good pragmatists do and retraced my steps.
I thought to myself, “…it’s just not adding up, this work should yield that result.”
And as I continued through this exercise, I began to realize what I was actually saying. I heard the words I spoke and realized that I was defining the outcome. I was very specific in my request.
I wanted what I wanted, how I wanted it, and when I wanted it.
I didn’t leave room for anything else.
No new experiences, no opportunities for growth, and very few options. I became bound by my limits.
Sounds like a recipe for disaster, right?
Have you ever done this? Have you placed limits on what blessings could manifest in your life? You were so specific that you left little or no room for anything else. It’s so easy to think that what we want is best for us not realizing that we place boundaries on ourselves.
If your best is all you think you can do, then your best is all you’ll get. (Tweet that)
I know that placing limitations isn’t necessary our intent. No one means to say, “…okay Lord, I only want you to bless me this way.”
So, now I have new seeds to sow and I’m going to continue to speak success over my, life, but now, I’m going to continue to feel and live like I’m already blessed while I wait.
No limits allowed.