the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.
This word has been on my mind a lot lately. Throughout today I found myself thinking about a certain aspect of my life and then I would hear a tiny whisper..patience. I am not one for waiting. I show up to appointments on time, early actually, and I expect to be treated with the same respect I show that person by being seen on time. If I want a coffee and the line is too long I will skip it that day. When I order an item online I track it everyday because I have a hard time waiting for it to arrive. I like to live by a schedule and have a plan for everything I do. It is rare to find me randomly doing an activity. Now, I am not by any means saying this is a quality of mine. In fact, I think it is a huge downfall. I struggle with an anxiety disorder. It makes it very hard for me to go outside of my comfort zone and it most cases, I do not. So when it comes to patience, I have very little. But the past few days I feel like the Lord is telling me that this is something I desperately need to work on. It is not that I doubt his plan that he has for my life, it is that I wish it would hurry up a little bit. I am excited for my future! So much so that I wish it were now. I can’t wait to graduate, get married, raise a family, do all the things that I can’t do right in this moment. But I also know that I am called to this moment in my life for a reason. This week I am going to focus on being patient and waiting to hear from the Lord. To hear what he would have me do that day, even if it isn’t in my set schedule or at the time I would like it to be. I am also going to try and remember that He has a plan and a set time for everything. My future is not a mystery to him and I know he has great things in store for me if I let him take control.