They say it's a virtue. But me? I have yet to master it. At least in a lot of things in life.
I've found that I have patience for the big things, but when it comes to the little things, the daily things, I lose my patience very easily. Like for real...zero patience.
I've also found that when I pray for more patience, I am tested over and over again. Isn't it weird how that happens? Well, I guess weird is the wrong word. But when you pray for something, you are continually put in the situations to help you learn the lesson or achieve what you are praying for.
I really should learn to stop praying for patience.
In all seriousness, I know that my patience level can be greatly increased for those little, every day things. I lose my patience with the dogs, the kiddos (when they ask the same question for the millionth time), our chickens who keep jumping over the fence, LOL. You know...those little things that I can't control.
When it's something big, my ability to be patient and wait for the results is vastly improved! I don't understand why this is...the only thing I can think of is that I spend all of my patience on those big things that require lots of patience. So then I don't have enough left for the little things. But I wish I knew for sure.
I do know that I have to be better with my patience level. I can certainly tell when I'm tired or hungry (aka, hangry) that it's worse. But that isn't fair to anyone around me.
I can give you an example of this from Saturday morning: I had every intention of sleeping in; it was one of the few mornings I had this week to sleep in without waking up to an alarm. But at 415am, I woke up starving...like, couldn't fall back asleep I was so hungry starving. So I got up and had a banana, then had to use the bathroom (TMI? Sorry, LOL). Needless to say, I didn't fall back asleep until 5. No issues, right? Until 630...when my nephew woke up and decided it was time to get up and start the day. And wouldn't stop talking. And at 730, my doorbell rang. Our sleepover guest was being picked up. Let's just say I slammed open the door, stomped back into my bedroom to finish getting dressed and put essential oils on (I needed them), and was a straight up mean girl for about 10 minutes. I was so flippin' tired and angry and had ZERO patience with the world.
But let's be real...did I truly have to act like a total B simply because I didn't get to sleep in? Was it the end of the world? Will I remember this a year from now? 5 years from now? Is it worth making someone else feel poopy?
Not. Even. Remotely.
So yes, I know that patience is a virtue. And it is very much something I need to work on improving. So I will continue to pray for it. I will continue to work on it. And hope that one day I will be more Christ-like in that virtue.
For now, I am going to try to implement a 3-second rule. Instead of responding right away, I am going to take a deep breath and count to 3, allow myself to fully take in the situation, and then respond. I tend to respond off the cuff immediately and it isn't always the best or nicest response.
What about you all? What is something you use to be more patient? Or any of the other virtues there are. I would love your tips and tricks, because I need all the help I can get!
I hope you all have a beautiful week full of patience!
With love and wellness,