My oldest sister, Jenni, always tells a story about when she was little and waiting in line at Disney World. Apparently she wasn’t being very patient, because Snow White bent over and told her “Patience is a virtue little one.”
Can you imagine, Snow White herself telling you to be more patient?
Well I never had a Disney Princess chastise me for being impatient, so maybe that’s the reason I’m such a failure at it.
I’m not sure I believe that God puts challenges in front of us so that we “learn our lesson” (I believe more that he brings good from the bad we have to go through), but it sure seems like He’s gone out of His way to build my patience lately.
The sermon today was even on Patience and I couldn’t help but inwardly sigh. In fact, I felt downright impatient through the whole thing.
Just leave me alone. Patience is overrated.
Perhaps my stubbornness has something to do with my resistance to learning the lesson of patience.
But, I do think patience is related to trust- if we trust the end, we can be patient through the means. And lately I feel that my trust in God has grown by epic proportions. It’s been very, very, very difficult for a girl like me- driven, determined, and goal-oriented to a fault- to let go of control and trust God.
But recently I, at least temporarily, lost pretty much everything that characterized my life a year ago- job, relationships, home, self-confidence- and basically finally accepted the fact that no matter how hard I try, no matter how talented I am, no matter how strong I grow, I do not have control over all that happens in life.
And shockingly, I’m still alive.
And shockingly things just may be going a little better than they would be had I actually had control.
And shockingly I trust just a little more that God really does hold all things in his hands.
Which means that maybe, just maybe, I should be a little more patient about the things I think I want in life.
God’s grace today is in His patience with me, regardless of my lack in patience for him.