Why was I getting so upset? Why was I frustrated with a piece of plastic and metal? What good would come of me muttering and clicking with all my might? Nothing. It happened to be running slowly this day and there wasn’t much I could do other than wait or stop it and start again and wait some more.
So I waited.
I breathed deeply, and did something I hadn’t done in quite some time….I asked God for patience.
I asked for patience with this machine, and patience with myself to keep calm and figure out what I needed to do to get my morning work finished and done well.
As many who know me are aware, I am NOT a patient person by nature. I am not slow to anger, I am not always as collected and as easy going as I can often come across.
No, not at all.
I am easily frustrated, quick to mutter or express my anger and not a fun person to be around when I am upset or wanting something to move faster, or work better.
As this moment of clarity came, it was quickly followed up by an almost providential message I felt directed straight to me: our Pastor preached on “Patience”.
He also told a story of when he had learned to drive and he pleased himself with his ability to honk the car’s horn when people cut him off, or drove to slowly, or frustrated him. Yet when he drove with his father, he was abashed by the way his dad never used his horn. He had let several perfect opportunities to honk. When he asked about this, his dad said, “Son, I find if you wait a moment or two longer, people are usually quick to correct their mistakes and then nobody is embarrassed and things will move along smoothly.”
Speaking of patience, he used two roots of the word Patience, from the Greek:
“Makrothumia, Patience with People”
“Humpomone, Patience with Things”.
People who utilize patience do not lose heart. A Greek woman in our first service said there is a song in Greece that is still sung, about Hupomone, which says when you have it the skies turn bluer. How wonderful an image…the patient person’s world can be enriched and they can see things not evident in their frustration.
I know I need patience, everyday, every week, I need patience with things and with people.
I want to be that strong, mature person, who can step back and let everyone have a moment to correct themselves and life will run more smoothly, be sweeter and more enjoyable.
Thanks God, for giving me the patience I need. Help me to not let the moment pass by when all I need to do is ask when I need it.