The Longer the Wait, the Better the Ask

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A friend said this to me the other day: the longer the wait, the better the ask.

Here's my unpacking of his words.  

🌿 The Longer the Wait, the Better the Ask

There's a sacred tension in waiting. 

Not the passive kind that numbs us into distraction, but the active, soul-stretching kind that refines our desires. The longer we wait—not out of fear or indecision, but out of reverence—the more precise, powerful, and aligned our ask becomes.

Waiting isn't punishment. It's preparation.

In spiritual growth, we often rush to name what we want before we've truly met ourselves. 

We ask for love before we've softened into self-acceptance. 

We ask for abundance before we've healed our scarcity wounds. 

We ask for clarity before we've sat in the fog long enough to know what truly matters.

But when we wait—when we allow the ache to teach us, the silence to shape us, the longing to clarify us—our ask transforms. It becomes less about fixing and more about fulfilling. Less about proving and more about receiving.

✨ Here's the paradox: the longer we wait, the more we shed the noise. 

And what's left is a crystalline ask. 

One that doesn't beg, but beckons. 

One that doesn't grasp, but glows.

So if you're in a season of waiting, trust it. 

Let it deepen your discernment. 

Let it strip away the performative asks and reveal the soul-level ones. The kind that move mountains because they're rooted in truth.

Because when you finally ask—not from urgency, but from embodiment-the universe listens differently.

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