I know I have not been prolific over the last few months. Thank you for patience!
"Patience Pernilla" my father would say as I was growing up. I still don't know the derivation of the phrase but I always knew what he meant. After all these years this is still a concept I haven't mastered. How do you get it? In a world of "NOW" where can I go to get some patience? When is it good and when can it be perceived as a weakness?
When your child falls after you have asked them several times to stop jumping on the couch, I am likely to take a laid back approach and not run to assist. When my child refuses to do their homework, I have no patience for this and immediately respond with disdain and dissappointment.
When I want my home to be clean I want the skills of Samantha Stephens. I would like my family to be run with the skills of Alice Nelson who seemed to have no issues organizing the mornings and afternoons for 6 kids. I would love to have the technology used in the Incredible Shrinking Woman, although it would need some improvements to only shrink the desired areas.
My patience and anxiety are inevitably linked. When my anxiety goes up my patience is gone.
I can't help but be reminded," Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
I have definitely lost sight and can't help sounding like Veruca salt "I want it now!"
