I pronounce a blessing over my people every Sunday.
Not sure I’m ready to invoke this over myself or anyone else for that matter:
May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all your desires be withered into nothingness.
That you may experience the powerlessness and the poverty of a child and sing and dance in the love of God the Father, the Son and the Spirit.
A brother I love shared this with me. Not a bad benediction with Good Friday on the horizon.
Only when these things happen will you be humbled into total dependence, which is probably the goal to begin with! Be careful what you pray for, it may just happen.