It never occurred to me that my blessing would come in the form of a lesson. A lot of the times when I heard your blessing was on the way I automatically assumed it was tangible; something that I could touch. It never dawned on me until of course after the fact that my blessing in this season would be a lesson that God needed me to learn.
We’ve all heard insanity is doing the same thing expecting a different result and honestly, this past year has felt like I was hitting my head against a stone wall in hopes that it would crumble right before my eyes. Too bad all I received was a splitting headache and bruises to match.
My prayers were very surface. Lord, what did I do? Why me? And to be honest I didn’t get the answers that I hoped I find. The idea that God was looking at me waiting for me to ask the correct questions infuriated me. My frustration seem to boil over shifting my prayers to Lord what are you trying to teach me?
It wasn’t about some horrible act that occurred to me or my feelings of ill treatment but rather the growth that God wanted me to gain through this season of hardships. I found out that my blessing was my liberation; my ability to see the errors of my own ways. I learned that God needed to isolate me in order destroy once and for all the carnality that overshadowed the calling. He needed me to be reminded of the very first moment I encountered Him and uncovered my purpose.