But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
When the traffic gets crazy AND you are already late, itâ€™s hard to face being cut off and honked at with a cheerful or hopeful endurance.Â When your husband has gone AWOL, the baby is crawling through your feet while you attempt to fix dinner, and the other children are fighting in the bedroom, it is hard to have a constant endurance.Â When every thing that can go wrong seems to have chosen this moment to do just that, it hard to remain where you are because you want to be anywhere else.
No wonder the art of patience allows for the perfection of my purpose.Â It takes an attitude of cheerful endurance, hopeful endurance, constant endurance, and a boldness to remain â€“ no matter what.Â Iâ€™m exhausted just thinking about it.
Patience is so much more than just counting to ten.Â Itâ€™s an active choice to stay.Â One I donâ€™t always pursue, even if it is what will get me across the finish line â€“ or at least keep me in the race.
Patience is a constant endurance of things, people, or environment without the loss of focus on the purpose or the prize of the Provider.Â When I pray for patience, Iâ€™m asking for so much more than just keeping my cool.Â Iâ€™m asking for the promise.Â I guess itâ€™s worth the work after all.
Finding the right title for this blog hit a brick wall.Â Hopefully the one I did choose will help you hold on to your patience when times get tough.