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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).
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Along the way He has been teaching me that some things in this blessed life are worth waiting for…
