I am letting go of my temper a bit while making tacos, nursing an inattentive (but hungry) infant, correcting children, trying to ignore the building noise and hyperactivity... the dinner hour at our house seems far from peaceful.
"Lord... You're going to have to make me more patient!" My prayer hisses out through clenched teeth.
Realization.
This is supposed to make me more patient.
I will probably face more trying circumstances than these.
If the supper rush around our home makes me lose control how can I expect to handle real difficulty?
I'm practicing patience.
Practicing.
Practice makes perfect, it doesn't mean that it already is perfect.
When I'm perfect at patience, I won't have to practice it... I'll just be patient.
And probably dead.
good thoughts...
ReplyDeletesometimes the simple things of life are the hardest. the 1st 2 years of my daughter's life - she didn't sleep. literally. i found myself turning into a horrific person. trying 3 hours to get her to sleep nearly drove me crazy with frustration and rage. having her to sleep only 20 min after all that work was enough to literally send me over the edge. i think it was the BIGGEST challenge of my life to date and we've been through a LOT worse. That was just the hardest for me.
btw...LOVE the new look of the blog :) great job!
I am SO with you on this one. The hardest time of day: between 3:00 and 9:00. If I can live through that at my house, I am convinced I can live through anything.
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