Little Birdie

Anyone who has made that commitment to give his or her life to Christ learns sooner or later that you should NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, pray for patience.

Sometimes God likes to reinforce that virtue in me anyway.

Since I can’t say anything nice about the particular trial I’m going through right now, I will fall back on what King Solomon says in Proverbs 19:11:

A man’s wisdom gives him patience;
it is to his glory to overlook an offense.

That’s the first thing that popped up when I googled the word “patience.”

I don’t know how much wisdom I have, but maybe I have enough to not sin in anger against the person with whom I am having a really hard time controlling my temper.

All you English major(s) out there will surely have a field day with THAT sentence

The hard thing for me and my fair skin is, I inevitably wear all my feelings on my sleeve. I get mad, I get red. I get anxious, I get red. I get nervous, nauseous, uncomfortable, happy, bored…I get red. Actually, maybe it IS difficult to tell what I’m feeling because my face is always red.

Nah. I am an open book.

However, I did not explode at this person. I calmly told him that I was very disappointed and expected some money back, and shook his hand when we were done talking, looked him in the eye, and treated him with red-faced respect the whole time.

If one of the fruits of the Spirit is patience, I just took a big, juicy, drippy bite outta mine. Somebody gimme a shirt sleeve, I got bits of patience running down my chin.

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