Patience? Really? What does that mean? I’m an American. What do I know about patience? I’m not sure if culturally we have been trained in this art, but that’s blame shifting. I need to be responsible. As I look into this a little deeper, I think my problem with patience may come from a heart of pride. A good example of this is me trying to learn the piano. I sit down to play or practice and the sound that comes out of the instrument is nothing like I’ve heard from others, it’s terrible and it sounds awful. How could that be? I’m not a bad person, as a matter of fact, I think I’m a good person. They tell me I just need to practice. Why? Why do I have to practice? Why can’t my fingers know exactly what keys to press instantly? Grrr… I, me, my, pride, pride, pride. What’s my problem? Hmm?? Oh!! God did not design me that way. I am to put on a heart of patience, and to walk in a worthy manner with patience. My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ learned obedience from the things He suffered (Hebrews 5:8). Lord, help me be patient, patiently practicing those things You call me to do.
I love You God. I trust You God. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Thank You God.