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The Patience of Influence

The Patience of Influence

 

 

 

 

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Finally, one day, I asked him, “If I have done everything I reasonably can, what do I do when nothing seems to change?”

He looked at me thoughtfully. “How do you know they haven’t?”

I smiled. “I think I would know.”

“Would you?”

His question caught me by surprise.

He continued: “When you speak to someone today, when do you expect the change to happen?”

I thought about it. “Now,” I admitted.

He smiled and said, “Most of us do.” Then he leaned back in his chair. “But human beings rarely change that way.”

I asked him what he meant.

“Think about your own life,” he said. “How many of your deepest convictions were formed the very first time you heard them?”

I searched my memory. Very few. Most of the ideas that had shaped my life had returned again and again over the years. Sometimes they appeared in conversations. Sometimes in books. Sometimes through painful experiences. Often I didn’t appreciate their significance until much later.

He seemed to read my thoughts. “Influence usually works quietly,” he said. “It settles before it grows.”

That explained something I had never understood. I had been treating every important conversation as though it were a final examination. If nothing changed immediately, I assumed the conversation had failed. Perhaps that was never a fair expectation.

He smiled as though remembering something. “Many years ago,” he said, “someone gave me advice that I completely ignored.”

“What happened?”

“I repeated the same mistake for years.”

“And then?”

“One day I found myself remembering his words almost exactly.”

“What had changed?”

“I had.”

The simplicity of the answer stayed with me.

The words had been waiting long before I was ready to receive them. Perhaps that is true more often than we realize. Sometimes we are planting thoughts in ground that has not yet been prepared. That does not mean the seed is wasted. It simply means it has not yet found its season.

He must have noticed the image forming in my mind. “Think of a farmer,” he said. “He prepares the soil. He plants the seed. He waters it. He protects it from weeds.” He looked at me. “Does he then stand over the field demanding that the seed grow before sunset?”

I laughed and said, “Of course not.”

“Why not?”

“Because growth doesn’t happen that way.”

He nodded. “Then why do we expect people to?”

I had never connected the two. A farmer works faithfully because he understands that growth follows its own rhythm. He cannot manufacture life. He can only create the conditions in which life may flourish.

Perhaps influence works the same way. We prepare the soil with kindness. We plant truth with sincerity. We water it with patience. We protect the relationship with respect. But the growth itself comes from a place beyond our control.

That realization transformed the way I looked at time. Every sincere conversation no longer had to produce an immediate result. Every act of kindness no longer had to receive an immediate response. No longer did every piece of advice have to be accepted before I could consider it worthwhile. Some seeds germinate quickly. Others remain hidden for years. Yet both are still seeds.

Before we left, he said something I doubt I will ever forget. “You are not called to manufacture change.” He paused, and then added, “You are called to remain faithful in your influence.”

As I walked home, I realized that hope looks different now. It is no longer the anxious hope that insists on immediate results. It is the quieter hope that trusts sincere effort is never wasted, even when its fruit remains invisible.

Now, whenever I find myself becoming impatient with someone I care about, I picture the farmer. He is not idle. He works diligently. But he also knows when to stop striving and simply wait. Perhaps that is what patient influence looks like. We prepare. We plant. We nurture. And then we entrust the growth to the One who alone can bring it forth.

There is great peace in becoming a faithful farmer of souls instead of trying to become their maker.

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The Boundary of Responsibility

The Boundary of Responsibility

 

 

 

 

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The conversation stayed with me long after we had parted. I understood, at least in principle, that my role was to influence rather than to control. There was relief in that realization. Yet another question kept returning to my mind. If I am not responsible for changing another person, then what am I responsible for? The next time we met, I asked him exactly that. “If their decisions are ultimately theirs,” I said, “then where does my responsibility end?”

He did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked, “When you speak to someone you care about, what do you believe your duty is?”

I began listing the obvious things. “To be honest.”

He nodded.

“To be kind.”

Another nod.

“To explain clearly.”

“Good.”

“To remain patient.”

Again he nodded. As I continued thinking, I realized something. Everything I had mentioned described my own actions. None of them described the other person’s response.

He seemed pleased that I had noticed. “Your responsibility,” he said quietly, “always lies within your own conduct.”

The simplicity of the statement concealed how easily I had forgotten it. “So whether they listen…”

“…is not yours.”

“Whether they agree…”

“…is not yours.”

“Whether they change…”

He smiled and said, “…is certainly not yours.”

I sat quietly, allowing the thought to settle. For years I had allowed my sense of responsibility to expand far beyond my own actions. Every time someone ignored good advice, I instinctively felt I had not explained it well enough. Every time they repeated the same mistake, I assumed I needed to become more persuasive. It never occurred to me that I had crossed a boundary.

He drew an imaginary line on the table with his finger. “On this side,” he said, “is everything entrusted to you.”

I waited.

“Your intention. Your sincerity. Your wisdom. Your words. Your patience. Your character.”

Then he moved his finger to the other side. “And here…,” He paused for a moment, and then added, “…begins another person’s freedom.”

The image stayed with me. It was such a simple boundary, yet I had crossed it countless times without realizing it.

He then shared something personal. “There was a time,” he said, “when I lost my temper with a close friend.”

That surprised me.

“I had spoken to him several times about a decision that was harming him. I explained my concerns carefully. I listened to his perspective. I prayed for him. Yet nothing changed.”

“What happened?”

“One day he repeated the same mistake, and I became angry.” He looked down for a moment before continuing. “I wasn’t angry because he had made another mistake.” He paused, and then said, “I was angry because I had quietly begun expecting that my words should produce change.”

I recognized the feeling immediately. Not the situation. The expectation. How many times had I done the same thing? I had mistaken sincere effort for guaranteed results. He looked at me and said something I have remembered ever since: “Your responsibility does not grow simply because another person’s resistance grows.”

That sentence exposed a habit I had never questioned. Whenever someone failed to respond, I assumed I had to do more. Explain again. Persuade again. Push a little harder. As though another person’s reluctance automatically increased my obligation.

But it doesn’t. My responsibility remains what it always was: to act with sincerity, wisdom and respect. Nothing less. But also nothing more.

“But isn’t that difficult?” I asked. “How do you care deeply without feeling responsible for the outcome?”

He smiled. “You keep caring.” I waited. I knew something more was coming. Then, he said, “You simply stop carrying what was never yours.”

There was an extraordinary freedom in that distinction. He wasn’t asking me to become detached. He wasn’t telling me to stop advising, encouraging, or supporting. He was asking me to stop measuring my faithfulness by another person’s response.

As I reflected on countless conversations from my own life, I realized how often I had evaluated myself by outcomes I could never control. If they listened, I felt successful. If they ignored me, I felt defeated. Both judgments rested on the same mistake. I had allowed someone else’s choices to become the measure of my own responsibility. Now the boundary seemed much clearer. My task is to speak truthfully. To listen carefully. To choose my words wisely. To remain respectful. To be patient. To pray. Beyond that, another person’s journey belongs to them.

As we finished our conversation, he left me with one final thought: “The clearer this boundary becomes,” he said, “the more peacefully you will be able to love people.”

I didn’t fully understand the sentence then. But I knew another question had begun to form. If my responsibility ends with sincere effort…

What happens when that effort seems to accomplish nothing?

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Your Role Is Influence, Not Control

Your Role Is Influence, Not Control

 

 

 

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I said it with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. “I’ve explained this so many times,” I told him. “I’ve tried different approaches. I’ve been patient. I’ve been firm. I’ve reasoned with them. I’ve reminded them. But nothing changes.”

He listened without interrupting.

“I honestly don’t know what else I’m supposed to do,” I said, after waiting for almost a minute.

He remained silent for a moment. It was as though he wanted the question to settle before responding. Then he asked quietly, “What is it that you’re trying to achieve?”

The question seemed too obvious. “I want them to change,” I replied.

He nodded, but instead of responding, he asked another question. “And do you think that is your responsibility?”

I looked at him, slightly puzzled. “What do you mean? If I care about someone, of course I want them to change.”

“I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he said gently. “I asked whether it is your responsibility.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. Until that moment, I had never separated the two. Caring for someone and wanting them to change had always seemed inseparable. If someone I loved was making poor decisions, wasn’t it natural to feel responsible for helping them become different?

Perhaps he sensed my confusion. “Tell me,” he said, “have you ever changed simply because someone else wanted you to?”

I smiled sheepishly and said, “No.”

“What made you change?” He asked.

I thought for a while. “Usually…” I said slowly, “I changed when I became convinced that I needed to.”

He nodded again. “So the real decision was yours.”

“Yes.”

“And yet,” he continued, “you expect other people to change merely because you have explained something well.”

I laughed quietly. When he put it that way, it sounded surprisingly unreasonable.

He wasn’t suggesting that explanations don’t matter. Of course they do. Advice can illuminate something we have failed to notice. A sincere conversation can open a door that had remained closed. Sometimes another person’s words become the beginning of a profound change. But none of those things actually cause the change. At best, they invite it. That distinction had never been clear to me before.

He seemed to notice the thought forming in my mind. “You can present an idea,” he said. “You can explain it patiently. You can answer questions. You can even become an example of what you are trying to teach. But you cannot decide on another person’s behalf.”

For a while neither of us spoke. As I reflected on his words, something uncomfortable began to surface. The truth was that I wasn’t merely trying to help. I was trying to make sure they changed. Until that moment, I had never admitted that to myself. I had described my efforts as concern, sincerity, or care. And all of those were genuine. But hidden beneath them was another expectation, one I had never questioned. If I explained things clearly enough… If I found the right words… If I remained patient long enough… Surely they would change.

Looking back, I realized that most of my frustration had not come from their behavior. It had come from the gap between my expectation and reality.

He offered an example. “Imagine a father whose son is making poor choices. The father stays awake at night thinking, ‘Perhaps I haven’t explained it well enough. Maybe I need to speak more firmly. Maybe I need one more conversation.'” He paused for a while and then said, “Do you think the father’s desire is wrong?”

“No,” I replied immediately.

“Neither do I,” he said. “His love is real. His concern is real. But if he begins to believe that his son’s transformation depends entirely upon him, love quietly turns into something else.”

“Control?” I offered.

He smiled and said, “Yes.”

The word lingered in my mind. Control rarely announces itself. It often disguises itself as concern. We convince ourselves that we are simply trying to help, while quietly expecting another person to become who we think they should be. When they don’t, disappointment slowly becomes frustration, frustration becomes pressure, and pressure begins to damage the very relationship we were trying to protect.

I sat there thinking about conversations I had repeated over and over again. Each time, I believed I was offering guidance. But each unsuccessful attempt felt strangely personal, as though their decision reflected my own failure. Now I was beginning to understand why.

I had unconsciously taken responsibility for something that had never belonged to me.

He broke the silence. “You can influence people,” he said. “Sometimes deeply. Sometimes for a lifetime. But influence and control are not the same thing.”

I repeated the sentence quietly to myself. Influence… Not control. For the first time, I realized that I had spent years confusing the two. Perhaps that is why I had become so exhausted. Trying to influence someone requires sincerity, wisdom, and patience. Trying to control them requires carrying a burden no human being was ever meant to carry.

As we stood to leave, he said one final thing. “The moment you believe that another person’s change is your responsibility, you begin carrying a weight that does not belong to you.”

I walked away thinking about that. Maybe the deepest form of care is not found in trying to control another person’s journey, but in faithfully offering what we can, while respecting that the journey itself is still theirs.

Until that day, I had believed that caring meant making sure people changed. Now I was beginning to see that caring and controlling are not the same thing.

And perhaps wisdom begins when we finally learn the difference.

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Empathy Is Not Agreement

Empathy Is Not Agreement

 

 

 

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I asked him a question that had been bothering me for a long time: “If I listen to someone—really listen, let them speak, give them space to express their pain—won’t they assume I agree with them?”

“That’s a real risk,” he said. “And it becomes dangerous if you don’t understand the difference.”

“Between what?” I asked.

“Between empathy and agreement.”

At first, that sounded simple. But the more he spoke, the more I realized how often we confuse the two, and how much damage that confusion causes in families, friendships, and workplaces.

He explained it slowly, as if unwrapping something fragile. “When someone is in pain,” he said, “they are not presenting a balanced argument. They are presenting a perception.”

That distinction stopped me. A person may feel wronged. Betrayed. Overlooked. But what they are expressing is not necessarily reality; it is their interpretation of reality.

“And empathy,” he continued, “is not about validating the interpretation. It is about acknowledging the feeling.”

That was subtle but profound.

It means saying, in essence: “Given how you are seeing this situation, it makes sense that you feel this way.” Not: “You are right in how you are seeing this situation.”

He gave an example that made it unforgettable.

“Imagine a young woman who has just been passed over for a promotion,” he said. “She comes to you and says, ‘It’s because my manager doesn’t like me. It’s discrimination.’”

Two things are happening at once: One: She feels humiliated, angry, and hurt. Two: She has interpreted the situation as deliberate unfairness.

Empathy addresses the first—not the second. You can say: “I can see how deeply this hurts. Anyone in your position would feel crushed.” But that does not mean you are confirming: “Yes, your manager is definitely biased.”

This is where most people slip. They think that if they don’t affirm the person’s narrative, they are being cold. And if they do affirm it, they are agreeing with them. But true empathy is neither cold nor agreement. It is being there for someone.

I raised another concern. “But what if they misunderstand?” I asked. “What if my silence or listening makes them think I agree?”

He nodded. “That can happen. And it will happen.”

There was no attempt to soften the truth.

“People can misinterpret empathy as agreement,” he said. “But that does not mean you abandon empathy.”

That was hard to accept. We all want immediate clarity. Immediate correction. We want to say, “Just so you know, I don’t agree with you.”

But he pointed toward something more patient. “Don’t treat a conversation as the final interaction,” he said.

That changed everything. If I believe this moment is my only chance to correct someone, I will rush. I will argue. I will push. And most likely, I will damage the relationship. But if I understand that conversations unfold over time, that clarity can emerge gradually, then I can afford to listen first. To understand first. To build trust first. And only then, at the right moment, gently introduce perspective.

He warned me about something more subtle: “Debate,” he said, “is often poison in close relationships.”

That felt counterintuitive. Isn’t truth important? Isn’t clarity important?

“Yes,” he said, “but not at the cost of connection.”

He told me a story: “A friend once came to me, furious about a family member who had wronged him. His version of events was full of holes. I could clearly see his role in the conflict. And my first instinct was to point it out.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“He stopped talking to me for three months. Not because I was wrong—but because he came to me for comfort, and I gave him a lecture.”

That story landed hard. When a person is in emotional distress, they are not ready to be corrected. If you try to “fix” their thinking immediately, they will resist. Not because your point is wrong, but because their state is not receptive. And once the interaction turns into a debate, the goal shifts. It is no longer about understanding. It becomes about winning. And when winning enters, relationships bleed.

Then he said something even deeper: “You cannot reform people,” he said. “You can only influence them.”

That sentence carried weight. Because so much of our frustration comes from assuming responsibility for outcomes that are not ours.

We think: I have explained this so many times; why don’t they change? I have shown them the right way; why don’t they follow? And when they don’t, we feel helpless. Irritated. Even betrayed.

But he reframed it. “That frustration,” he said, “comes from thinking you are responsible for changing them.”

I felt exposed. Because that was exactly what I had been doing, quietly, subtly, sometimes even unconsciously. Trying to fix people.

He shared a personal moment. “I lost my temper once with a close family member,” he said. “I had given him advice repeatedly. Kindly. Patiently. Clearly. And he kept making the same mistake.”

His voice softened as he said, “I shouted at him. And later, sitting alone, I realized I wasn’t angry at him. I was angry at myself for believing I could control his growth.”

That was the turning point. When he shifted from ‘I must change him’ to ‘I must contribute positively’, the frustration began to dissolve. Not because the other person changed. But because he stopped carrying a weight that was never his to carry.

He explained it in very clear terms. “My role is to present my understanding with sincerity, kindness, and preparation. After that, what the other person does, that is their journey.”

That does not mean indifference. It means clarity. You still care. You still listen. You still offer perspective. But you do not carry the burden of the outcome.

I thought about more difficult situations. People who move from person to person, seeking validation, distorting facts, even turning others against you. “What about that?” I asked. “What if they twist things and create real harm?”

He didn’t deny the complexity. “Yes,” he said. “That can happen. And it is painful.” Then he told me about someone he once knew. A colleague who spread rumors, played victim, and quietly poisoned relationships. “For months, I wanted to defend myself publicly. To correct every lie. To expose him.”

“What stopped you?”

“I realized that defending myself aggressively would only feed the drama. So, I stayed honest. I stayed consistent. I refused to play his game.”

“And what happened?”

“It took over a year. But eventually, people saw the pattern. Not because I argued, because I didn’t. The truth surfaced on its own.”

He looked at me. “You still operate within your domain. You remain honest. You remain clear. You remain consistent. And you trust that over time, truth has a way of rising. Not always immediately, not always comfortably, but eventually.”

What stayed with me the most was the quiet simplicity of the principle. Empathy is not agreement. Influence is not control. Responsibility is not outcome. If I can hold these distinctions clearly, so much confusion dissolves. I can listen without feeling compromised. I can care without feeling responsible for change. I can speak without turning every conversation into a battleground.

He brought it back to something deeper.

“You are accountable,” he said, “for your intention, your effort, your conduct. Not for another person’s transformation.” He paused and then added, “That belongs to them. And ultimately, to God.” There was no heaviness in his voice. Only peace.

I walked away with a different understanding of what it means to “be there” for someone. It is not about agreeing with them. It is not about correcting them immediately. It is not about fixing them. It is about creating a space where they are heard, without losing your own clarity. And then, gently, patiently, over time… offering something better than agreement.

Offering understanding. And perhaps, if they are ready, a way forward.

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From Vision to Action: One Step at a Time

From Vision to Action: One Step at a Time

 

 

Creating a compelling vision for one’s life is both inspiring and essential. It provides direction, sparks purpose, and aligns our energy toward something meaningful. But soon after that clarity emerges, another experience often occurs—overwhelm. The gap between where we are and where we want to go can feel vast. We might ask ourselves, “How will I ever get there? There’s so much to accomplish. What if I fail?”

This is where we need to pause and reframe. Because progress is not achieved by solving the entire puzzle at once. It happens by taking the first clear step—with faith, humility, and courage.

Begin with What You Can Do

In every situation, the first question should not be, “How do I solve everything?” but rather, “What can I do right now?”

The idea is not to plan 300 steps ahead, which only causes anxiety. Instead, focus on one small but right step that you can control. Put your energy there.

Often, we immobilize ourselves with questions about the future:

  • What if it doesn’t work?
  • What if I can’t handle the next phase?
  • What if I run out of strength?

But the present asks us to focus on today, not solve tomorrow.

Let the First Step Reveal the Next

Once you take that first meaningful action, a surprising thing happens: the next step becomes clear. Like headlights in the fog, you don’t need to see the entire road. You just need to see far enough to keep moving forward.

Trying to control or predict the entire journey often comes from fear. But faith-based living teaches us: We are responsible for effort, not results. The solutions belong to God. Our role is to take wise, humble, consistent action, one step at a time.

Destiny Reveals Itself Along the Way

You might think, “I’ll arrive when I reach this milestone.” But every destination turns out to be part of a longer journey. As soon as you achieve something, new responsibilities, emotions, and uncertainties come up.

Even joy can cause fear: What if I lose what I’ve just found?

This is a reminder that life isn’t a fixed point — it’s a changing, evolving journey. There is no “final arrival” in this world. There is only movement, growth, surrender, and constant re-alignment.

Faith, Not Forecasting

When we create a vision for our lives, we must remember Who ultimately shapes the outcomes. We may walk with wisdom, but only God sees the full picture. Our responsibility is not to predict every step but to act with trust and integrity at each decision point.

Let the future unfold as it will. Focus on doing the next right thing—and trust the One who writes destinies to handle the rest.

Reflection Questions

  • What is one action I can take today that aligns with my vision and values?
  • Am I fixating on outcomes I can’t control instead of focusing on what I can do?
  • Where do I need to let go of the illusion of control and trust the process more?
  • Have I mistaken a milestone for the end instead of embracing the next chapter of the journey?

Final Thought

Don’t let the size of the mountain prevent you from taking the first step. You were never meant to carry the entire journey on your shoulders—only to walk it, one step at a time.

And in that walk, God meets you.

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