My impatient tendencies are no big secret, just ask the Hubs. Again last week this unfavorable characteristic was starkly illuminated. “Patience is a virtue,” Mrs. Danehy would admonish whenever one of her girls interrupted my piano lesson. Forty years on you might think I’d have it mastered? Nope. When my daughter-in-law reminds my granddaughter to put on her “patient pants,” I smile in empathy. I hope she learns more quickly than her GiGi.
My devotional on the first day of the new year posed a question about old ways that need to be replaced by new ways. My first thought was patience.
I can be patient when it suits me. Over months of preparation for a big trip, for example; researching destinations and sorting logistical details. I’m perfectly content in that space between planning and departing on an adventure. Anticipation is sweetest then. Nothing has gone wrong, yet.
Winter is an annual opportunity to practice patience. I feel mildly anxious as trees drop the last of their leaves and flowers shed seeds and everything that breathes prepares to endure the trials winter will bring. I feel a deep-in-the-gut heaviness, like the final stage of a pregnancy and realization there is no way out but through. I wish we could stay in October, before the leaves fall, or skip ahead to April, as fresh buds appear.
This year winter is just one more thing on the list of things about which I must be patient. Nothing about the past ten months suggests the next ten will be easy or uncomplicated. Even so we rejoice in confident hope, “this too, will pass.” I will practice patience as we pray on.
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. Romans 12:12
I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13
Cheers to 2019! I hope it brings good things to you and to yours. May your hope be confident and your joy complete. Peace be with you.