Whoever is patient has great understanding, but one who is quick-tempered displays folly. Proverbs 14:29
Ironically, as I am writing this, my daughter is pulling on my shirt, saying for probably the 10th time, Mommy, come on. Can’t you be done with that computer?” This situation was only one of the many times my patience was tested this week. (You would be proud of me. Even though I had plenty of “lacking patience reactions” this week, this one was not one of them. I set down the computer, responded to my daughter with, “How can I help you honey?”, attended to her present need, and then got back to writing these thoughts.)
Impatient versus patient moment #1-“Hurry up, come on, hurry up!” I caught myself yelling up the stairs, from the other room, and within sight distance to my six year old daughter. On more than one occasion. Truthfully, more times than I can count on two hands. And even though this was our typical before school “dance”, this week was different. I wasn’t perfect every day, but I was wearing a new “patience awareness hat”, and a calming, centering truth continued to run through my mind like a banner, “Love is patient”. And thank the Lord, many times, He helped me respond like He would, instead of simply reacting.
In those times of choosing to be patient versus impatient, it was freeing. I gave myself permission to Pause. Take a deep breath. Slow down. It didn’t mean I let my daughter not get ready for school. Or stay home from school. Or not eat breakfast. The “must do’s” stayed in tact. But my angry, yelling, anxiety driven, fast moving spirit and self was dialed way down. My posture and presentation was different. Amazing. I found it possible to “bear with her” in love.
Impatient versus patient moment #2-with God:
I visited a friend who had been sick for awhile. I was frustrated seeing her unable to perform her regular blessing others and her family due to her sickness. I felt compelled to pray for healing. I was disappointed when she wasn’t feeling completely better at that moment. On my way home I felt I needed to pray again for her and recognized that I am a “Do it now, Lord” kind of girl. And then if not, then, “Well, it’s now or never, so I guess that’s that” attitude. I felt a need to commit to praying for her multiple times, each day, for the upcoming week. I walked the walk of “Love is patient” in prayer.
Impatient versus patient moment #3-with car driver’s:
I was face to face with an oncoming car on a two way street. The street was hardly big enough for one vehicle let alone two. My first thought was, “I am further along the road than they are, they should pull over and yield to let me go by. My next thought was, “You can choose to be patient.” So I backed up, and backed up some more, until I was able to let them by. I won’t deny, the pride hurt a little when I succumbed while obviously in the right. But an opportunity to be patient presented itself and my natural instincts had to take a back seat.
Over this week, I recognized I so want others to practice patience, but I don’t do it myself. So, I guess you could say I am atleast more aware of my lack of patience. And with heightened awareness comes new growth. And this is where my hope is found.
I am thankful our God is a patient God. …Slow to anger and abounding in love. (psalm 103:8b).
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