October, I was driving through the small town of Belgrade, MT. On my right, a sign, brought to me by the local Church of Christ. I love churches that put little quotes under their names. A short, pithy saying. I haven't forgotten what it said:
"Patience is a virture that carries a lot of wait."
How often have my thoughts fallen back to this idea...truth? I've lost count. It's not patience with my kids. I think I'm patient when it comes to other people. The patience I struggle with is patience with life. Wanting things to happen NOW. Or at least to know the outcome NOW and then I can wait for it to happen. I'm sure your laughing at me, because that's just not how life works (or faith, for that matter). Sow THEN reap. "No witness until AFTER the trial of your faith." "I'll see it, when I believe it," (Kimball) etc., etc. In all things, the prize comes after the struggle. Hmm...maybe I'm not so patient when it comes to other people, because I'm not being patient with God. He's a Somebody. I just remembered this scripture in James 1:3-4, "...the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing."
I know that learning patience (with life) is necessary, desirable, good (great, actually). I know that God smooths my rough, jagged even, edges through giving me opportunities to exercise patience. I guess I'm not quite there yet, not quite "perfect and entire, wanting nothing." How long do I have to wait?
I guess, until I figure it out. Be patient with me AND my ramblings, okay?