You know, I’m really not good at this patience thing. I think that’s one reason God has given me the children He has (or really, children at all!). I honestly thought I was pretty good with patience. Then my eldest got older and I really saw my self the way I really am.
But I’m talking about patience for things to happen. I have NEVER been good at waiting for things to happen. Never. I remember as a child, counting down the days for such and such. All the while having such feelings of impatience and becoming such a pest (and dare I say a brat!) until that “day”, or whatever event it was, came. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit that as an adult, I’m not much better (except for the brat thing. Honest!). This whole house deal just brings that into better light all the time.
At least now, as an adult, I know on Whom I can lean on for strength and endurance. It really is a good thing that we can’t annoy God. For if we could, I’d be in big trouble! I can’t tell you how many times a day I pray to Him for patience, to get things out of my head that I shouldn’t be thinking (like each time a car goes by our house, I think, “Did you see our ‘for sale’ sign?” Yes, that does deserve an eye roll.), to let go on the things I want and insert the things He wants. Yes sir’ee. It’s a good thing we can’t annoy Him.
Some one called last week and talked to Adam, wanting to know information about our house. They said that they were having a garage sale last weekend and that they would call back this week to maybe schedule a showing (or so they implied). The caller was a woman who was calling for her daughter. I have been expecting their call since Sunday. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m really better off when I don’t know/think someone will call/come by. Last week I was actually doing pretty well with being patient and calm.
This week …. not so much.
And it’s only Tuesday.