A patient man has great understanding, but a quick-tempered man displays folly.
I made a mistake a long time ago; I asked God to teach me to be patient. Well, let me clarify, I asked Him to give me patience. What I didn’t quite realize was that this was a process, not a waving of a magic wand that suddenly makes me patient. It means sitting in bumper to bumper traffic when I’m already late; it means the occasional slow internet; it means being stuck in a situation I don’t feel is “fair”; it means waiting on a desire to be fulfilled that I can’t believe with ever be…; it means realizing that I’m just a tad selfish…
Yeah, I know, I live a horribly deprived life (please hear the sarcasm coming in loud and clear). The cool thing is that I’m learning that developing patience is kind of like working out a muscle; you can’t stick with the same resistance if you want to get stronger, you have to use heavier and heavier weight, and it hurts. Right now I’m in a situation that’s really, really testing my patience, so much so that I’m somewhat physically antsy. (Ok, so I’m totally physically antsy, but I’m trying to save myself a little dignity here) I want so bad for God to hurry up and show me what’s going to happen, but I know the waiting is part of the process. Without this part, without the building of my wimpy muscle of patience, I would be more prone to display folly…
At least now I’ll be able to hide it.
Seriously though, to all my readers, pray for my patience during this time. Anyone else in a similar circumstance? I’m more than happy to pray for you as well!
(Side note: Pretty beat after daylight savings time, love the sun in the evening, hate the lost hour…can I get an “amen”?)