Patience. It is difficult to practice it. We want what we want when we want it. Waiting squeezes our immature hearts. The fist of uncertainty complains that it wants answers, resolutions, compliance, and peace immediately.
But the practice of waiting is good for us. Waiting patiently for the changes that take time, waiting for the seed to grow, for the time to be right, for the pendulum to swing. You can’t force time. You can try, but it usually results in cracked bones, broken hearts, and skewed psyches.
I can patiently wait if I believe God has my best interests at heart. I can trust and have faith, saying, God’s got this. Trust Her timing. If the thing I am waiting for doesn’t come to fruition according to my dreams, I must accept God’s wisdom with grace, believing that my expectations were unhealthy. I can trust that whatever came to fruition was for my highest good, even disappointment. That’s difficult to swallow, difficult to accept, but when I do, I am more at peace with myself. I experience serenity.
Trust
Her
timing.
The dictionary defines patience as: “the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.”
Without getting angry or upset. Wow, to have that grace and presence of mind. What serenity. What a gift I give to myself and those around me.
One day at a time, let me practice patience. For whatever I may be waiting to happen.
“Sometimes, emptiness is not vacancy, but rather a long gestation. Gestation by ego’s measure is often too long. But, by soul’s measure, the length of the waiting and making within, before what is being created shows on the outside, is ever just right.”
Clariss Pinkola Estés, “Untie the Strong Woman,” p. 33