I was reading “Noah Builds a Boat” to Noelle just now as I settled her into bed. In this storybook they highlighted how patient Noah was in his ark building endeavors.
As I shut the book and put it on the night stand I thanked this children’s book author for going the extra mile on the patience lesson. I always need the patience reminder, especially in my parenting.
Then she got up for water and then to pee and then to pee again and then to tell me her bed was too big, I wanted to scream at her STAY THE HECK IN BED! Patience lesson, how timely you were, Noah made it look so easy.
My thoughts are often: Could you just go to sleep quicker? Pee faster? Learn to pull up your pants with a little more hustle? Come on, figure it out here!
I would have been a terrible Noah, and don’t even get me started on what sort of Job I would have been.
Patience is my unicorn, it may be out there flitting all shimmery on the horizon, but it rarely makes an appearance in the real world.
Is it me or are we all getting worse at patience? If we want to know who that actor is, we
don’t wait for the credits, we just grab our phones and google it or consult IMDB. Done.
Do you have a smart phone? Try this: Next time you’re waiting in your car in the bank line or a drive-thru just look around, think and wait. Don’t get out your phone. It feels so weird, you immediately want it in your hand, we’ve become addicted to filling every crack.
We have left ourselves with so little blank space and I bet it’s killing our patience drive, and leaving God such little room to whisper to us, to nudge us toward himself or each other.
We want our food fast, our cash now and our results yesterday. We aren’t bent to save, count or wait, we believe we can force a round peg into a square hole with the right amount of force.
So honestly, in this “now world” I struggle desperately to wait upon the Lord.
Also, the phrase “God’s timing” is rarely a comfort to me, it drives me nuts. I don’t want his time, he’s gonna make me wait isn’t he? I’d really much rather have things now. I think.
I don’t want to wait for plans to flesh out or answers to come in time, but when I think back on my life, on what’s standing strong, all that I truly cherish took work and time.
Kel and I had to wait to be together, struggle to figure each other out, yet each year is sweeter and stronger for our shared building. My children each took 9 months to grow before I could hold them and smell their perfect little heads. Yet I stand in awe of the gifts that they are every day. And this writing business seems to flow easier with time… but yes, it’s requiring patience and time as well.
With all of this in the favor of patience why do we seem to loathe it? Why are we so unwilling to submit to the seasons, to make peace with the years it will take to get to lovely places.
Isn’t the growing part of the blooming? The journey is part of the destination?
Is this a new problem, this shortage of patience or is there are reason our great grandmother’s were needlepointing it on pillows? Because patience truly is a virtue, is’t it?
The more I realize much I lack patience the more I want to get me some. How can I get some of this patience, now? Ha.
That’s when it’s hit me, it’s just another wave that will erode at me, smooth me into someone who looks more like Jesus and less like the selfish inner child. A little more Mother Theresa and a lot less Paris Hilton.
Perhaps the first step in gaining patience is making peace with the fact that it has a long learning curve, steeped in prayer and deep breathing exercises.
Pray and breathe and make peace with the time, the waiting, expect lovely vistas and profound growth as you wait upon Him.