I’m in the process of redesigning my blog right now. I have decided to launch it on September 23, the first day of fall. Here’s a little sneak peek:
And as with most things in life, it’s taking a bit longer than I’d like. As soon I got the idea for the redesign, I wanted it to be done! “Let’s do this already!” and “What are we waiting for?!” are impatient thoughts that replay on loop in my mind.
This blog is not the only thing with which I’m impatient. Let’s face it… It seems I’m in a hurry to get things done in every aspect of my life.
When my mom arrived at the hospital at 2am after her water broke, I was already in a hurry. I was in her arms about five minutes later. Seriously. An intern delivered me. Apparently he looked about 12 years old. I’m just hoping it wasn’t Neal Patrick Harris.
What are you in a hurry for in your life? A boyfriend? A husband? A child? A job? Financial provision? Health?
I remember this old country song…
“I’m in a hurry to get things done; I rush and rush until life’s no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die, but I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.”
Why are we all hurrying around so much that life isn’t fun anymore? I can seriously stress myself out for no reason. I can get the same amount done in a day with an attitude of hurry or one of patience – of getting things done one at a time, and calmly. What a concept.
I look back on my life starting with my five-minute entry into this world and continuing on throughout the last *almost* three decades, and I am convicted by my hurry to accomplish and my impatience in waiting.
Thankfully, the Lord’s patience with me never ends. Amidst the lies Satan whispers in my ear, the voice of my Father is thankfully so much louder.
“Do not be anxious about anything…” – Philippians 4:6
“[I] will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” – Psalm 121:8
“Wait for [me]. Be strong and take heart! And wait for [me].” – Psalm 27:14
Penny and Sparrow sing a song called “Patience, Please.” The title is one I keep turning over and over in the ever-revolving hamster-style exercise wheel of my mind. It gets caught up and mixed in among my crazy, irrational, frustrated and impatient thoughts… But thankfully, with daily – nay, hourly – reminders from my sweet Savior, I am reminded to have patience, please.
Ironically, the only words in that song are “please come home.” The Father is begging us to come home. To come to Him. To find rest at His feet.
So I will continue to ask – okay, sometimes beg – Him for patience, please.
