Expectant Joy

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When creating anything there often appears to be a great expanse between the seed of desire to the manifestation of it. This landscape can be experienced as a vast endless desert or a plush forest offering hidden flowers fragrant with wisdom, gratitude, and the most sacred, expectant joy.

One path is arduous and slow with no guarantee of success, whereas the other rewards each step we take with the most efficient path to our goals. So why do we choose the desert? Unfortunately, we’ve been taught to do so. We’ve been taught that our desires are outside of ourselves, something to attain and work towards. Although there is work involved it is on the battlefield of our hearts and minds. The work is the unlearning of this antiquated model of success.

The moment we accept that our desires are our God given birthright and our only work is to allow them to manifest in grace and gratitude, then all we do with this intention behind it becomes the success. If we connect to the idea that there is no difference between our expectant joy of a thing that has yet manifest and the joy of its actual manifestation we eliminate the depth of distance between the two.

When we stop waiting for things to happen and enjoy and allow the fact that they are happening already, our emotions along the way of gratitude become the evidence of things yet seen. This is our faith. This is our expectant joy! And this is the flowering of a journey worth traveling.

I challenge you today to find your expectant joy because the manifestation of your creations are in the midst of it’s bloom!

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