Finding My Patience
The storm was a big one, and the plants on my balcony still look a little ragged from the wear.
My potted fern had taken a tumble from a high plant shelf and still was a little squatty.
And there are leaves strewn across the wooden planking.
But for the most part – all survived.
The one thing I noticed though is that my little ornamental garden rock with the word “patience” on it was gone.
So many times, I’d looked out my bedroom window from my “prayer chair” frustrated about something – or someone – and I’d seen that little rock.
“Patience” it would whisper to me.
I would take a deep breath. You’re right God. Patience. I will wait. Again.
But now – the patience was missing.
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