A few days ago, I had my mother and approximately 10 other people ranging in age from 9 to 70 tell me I needed to be more patient. (I found out that it’s really hard to argue rationally with 10 people at once, which is why at one point in the discussion, I began incoherently babbling trying to justify myself).
 
As much as I would like to think they are wrong and I am right, humility tells me to listen to them. I vividly remember going to the mall with my family when I was 6 years old, buying a Galaxian cartridge for my new Atari, and promptly throwing a temper tantrum when my parents told me we couldn’t go home yet because they hadn’t finished shopping.
 
I am older now, and I know how to hide my impatience and seflishness better I am a more mature person, but this impatience rears its head in other ways.
 
Fortunately, at every turn, our good Lord puts me in situations where the right thing to do, and sometimes the only thing to do, is be patient. As a result, I am learning to fight against this fault of mine everyday. I won’t claim I am winning the victory over it, but God is chipping away at it.
 
Along the way He has been teaching me that some things in this blessed life are worth waiting for…