Learning to wait
I am an impatient person.
Maybe that’s why I can hardly go a year without cutting my hair.
Maybe that’s why almost everyone of my blog posts isn’t more than half a page long.
Maybe that’s why I spill almost everything I touch.
Whatever it is, I’m impatient. And I need to slow down.
It seems that God creates us one way: rebellious, impatient, and restless, so that we are forced to submit ourselves to God. So that He slowly turns our stubborn eyes to Him.
I am also impatient when it comes to prayer. It seems that I tend to demand an answer from God, when really, His answer is wait. Slow down. Be patient.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
~ 1 Corinthians 13:4
My hasty words and actions can be a burden to others. They can bruise and cut others hearts. I still haven’t fully learned to stop before I speak, as mom used to teach me. I may never fully learn. I still have to ask myself is this kind, is this loving?
So this is just to say that I am learning to wait.