I have a problem with being patient: I’m not very good at it.
You’d think that after all the practice I’ve had trying to be patient, I’d be filled to overflowing with this fruit of the Spirit by now.
There are many times in my life where I have had to wait…. just trust Him, hold on, and wait. Sometimes I held on for dear life, white-knuckled, by sheer faith. Other times I quietly and blindly walked with Him, letting Him lead the way, carrying me when necessary.
Patience was cultivated as my husband and I waited nearly four years to be married; as we waited years for our children, who each ultimately arrived by the blessing of adoption; as we waited for God to show us the city where He wanted us to settle and put down roots; and now again, as we wait to sell our home in a struggling economy.
Things don’t always happen the way that we plan, but it is so comforting to know that He is working everything for good, in His timing, when we continue to be faithful.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” ~ Romans 8:28
That’s a promise worth holding on to, white knuckles and all.
Praying that we can all appreciate His most precious answer of all… to wait on Him.
May you feel His presence and be filled with Him as Pentecost approches this week.
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