I pray constantly for patience. I used to pray for strength until someone told me that God would send me situations that would challenge me to be strong. I stopped that immediately. I decided patience was a softer, more graceful, attribute. And so I prayed morning and night for patience. I was beginning to think God was ignoring my plea.
For the past few months, I’ve been extremely impatient. I want things done NOW!! I want Ellen to call me to discuss Angel Bumps on her show NOW! I even have the books ready to go to put under every guest’s seat.
I went to Water Aerobics last Wednesday. I wanted my thighs to be toned by Friday. They were not. I didn’t go back. How long can this possibly take? I want it NOW!
When my husband went back into the house to fetch his wallet, I was calm. When he went back for his glasses, I was a tad irritated. When he went back for his mustache comb, I wanted to speed away and leave him home. This is why I pray for patience.
This morning a photo on my coffee mug caught my eye. I was holding my nine-month-old granddaughter. My eyes are red from crying that I had to catch a flight home. She was smiling at me, her hand on my cheek. She is seven now. While I waited and waited for the Kuerig to dispense my coffee, I realized that those years went so fast. I wished I could go right back to that moment in time and enjoy that moment longer.
I’d need patience to savor meaningful moments. I asked God once again to please spare me just a few sprinkles of patience.
Then it happened. It was a miracle. He sent me a sign. I was visiting a friend’s yacht when I passed this sailboat. God had spoken! He sent me patience.
I guess I need to be more specific in my prayers.