I am not a very patient individual. I have never been known for being someone who is willing to wait on an outcome. If I could, I would generally jump right to the end and wait for everyone and everything else to catch up to me.
It’s not that I know better, it’s really just that I am unwilling to wait. I’ve always been this way.
I remember being a little girl and how it took forever for holidays to arrive. I would stay awake at night as dates got closer, wondering how I could ever sleep again. Rather than being patient, I was actually anxious.
When I grew older, it turned into something else. I wanted the outcome that I wanted and I was not going to let things go to chance. I didn’t want someone else to step in and divert the expected outcome to something entirely different from what I wanted.
Of course, there were things that I could not control and that’s when anxiety would rear its head. I could be in a fever pitch by the time an event came to pass, whether or not it went the way that I wanted it to pan out. Even standing still and letting things happen seemed like I was falling backwards.
When I could, I would go out of my way to avoid those types of situations. I would rather deal with things that I could control instead of those that I could not.
Somehow, I don’t think that I am so unusual in lack of patience. At a guess, I would say that humankind is pretty much an impatient lot. There are certainly those who do have patience but I believe, based on what I have seen during my lifetime, that they are in the minority.
I’ve been struggling with this my whole life and in the last two years, I have learned that I cannot rush my recovery. I have to wait and scale back my expectations. There are always new goals to be met. When I first started my journey after being so ill, I would press my physical therapy and, as one might expect, I would overdo it and end up in a worse situation that I had been before.
I’ve been learning slowly to take each day as it comes. I can move forward but only at the pace that works and doesn’t hurt me (at least not that much!)
It’s funny but learning patience with the physical difficulties I have faced has spilt over into other areas of my life. I’ve learned to seek God in all things and to ask him when I should move forward more slowly or at a quicker pace.
Patience is a virtue and one that we should all strive for in our daily life. It isn’t intuitive, quite the reverse. It is difficult to learn and, once learned, even more difficult to hold onto.
While it is difficult, it is what we are to strive for. God wants us to be patient and to wait for his plan to unfold. This doesn’t mean sitting around and doing nothing. It means to do the work that God called us to do and to know that he is in control. We can’t control the outcome but we can, knowingly, do our part.
We have no need to rush things. There is no need to suffer anxiety. God’s plan will come to fruition at the exact right time in history.
Proverbs 14:29
Whoever is patient has great understanding,
but one who is quick-tempered displays folly.