The Beauty of Patience
As we walked past the beautifully manicured yard, I couldn’t help but admire out loud the gorgeous multicolored impatiens in full bloom. No sooner were the word out of my mouth, when my four-year-old grandson questioned my praise for the flowers. “But Nonie,” he said, “isn’t impatience a bad thing?”
Yes, sweet boy, it is. His words were convicting. Earlier that week, I had found myself impatient with a family member. The day before, I’d been impatient about a situation at work. That morning, my impatience had been directed inward. I was frustrated with myself.
And what about my impatience with God? Those times when unanswered prayers cause me to question his power or his love?
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