boy on the border
I have recently noticed that most of my heart-to-heart conversations with others have been about how to avoid waiting. One friend shared with me how she hasn’t shopped at Ralph’s because the lines are too long and she has to wait. Another friend who lives in another part of San Diego told me that if I come to visit to take a swap in routes due to construction for it took her 45 minutes to go seven miles.
My teenagers talk to me about how they can’t wait to grow up so they can do whatever they want and not get into trouble. Yeah right! I too remember not wanting to wait until graduation from high school so I could move out. After I graduated, I went into the Navy and that was all about hurry up and waits and waits and wait.
Now that I’ve been married for close to 20 years, either I’ve had to wait for my husband to come home from work at the church or he has to wait for me to get ready if we’re going somewhere together. In the recent days my husband and I talked about the days of empty nest days that lay ahead in about eight years and we can’t wait! Or can we? We’ll have to wait won’t we?
Why don’t we have patience? I’ve have had many Christian friends tell me not to pray for patience or we’ll be faced with more trials to develop the patience. I tend to think that trials and tests come anyway, so I might as well pray for patience in the trial.
Quite frankly, I’m getting to the point in my walk with the Lord, I’m asking more quickly in a trial what I need to learn from it for I’ve been through a few (actually more than a few) that I’ve had to do over. And I really don’t want anymore do over’s!
