Patience is not a strength of mine.
I want what I want… and I don’t want to wait for it.
Some days my inability to wait without complaining is painfully obvious.
Like one recent afternoon I sped up, instead of slowing down, when the light turned yellow.
And my son asked why I did that. Before sifting my thoughts through a filter of wisdom, I told Andrew I didn’t want to stop and wait at the red light.
Not good. Not good at all. Where is the duck tape when you need it?
That same week I heard myself grumbling to JJ about waiting on God for direction in a decision I was trying to make.
I didn’t like how it sounded after it came out of my mouth.
I know better and I want to do better.
After all, my oh-so-patient Father calls me to live “with humility, gentleness, and patience.” (Col. 3:12)
But patience isn’t possible unless my heart is closely connected to HIS.
I have to attach my hope to the fact that He is in control.
Stoplights are good for the soul.
And I can trust Him.
When I give God control, His ways and timing are always better than mine. @ReneeSwope {Click to Tweet}