I plodded along, step by step, carefully constructing my newest project. For months I had planned its every facet, every outcome—I could hardly think about anything else. The day arrived to offer it to my clients, and I waited with excited anticipation. But nothing happened. And nothing happened in the weeks that followed. No one was interested in my hard work. Feeling like a failure, I sat in the garden and cried.
“What’s hurting?” God asked tenderly.
“If I’m honest I’d have to say my ego,” I answered. “I created and expected my project to be a hit, but it’s a flop.”
“Expectations create a lot of grief. When the outcome isn’t what you wanted, disappointment and depression sets in,” God explained.
I nodded. “That’s exactly how I feel.”
“Happiness grows from acceptance. Resentment grows from expectations.”
I wiped my tears on my sleeve. “God, grant me the serenity, to accept things as they are—to do away with my expectations.” A butterfly flew into the garden, flitting from flower to flower. She seemed content with what was right before her. “I’ll be content with this present moment, accepting life on life’s terms.” Disappointment released its grip on my heart. I rose and went back inside, back to work.