Working On Patience

For the past several years, I have asked God to give me a Word for the Year that I need to help me grow.  I focus on that word throughout the year, and it seems like it becomes one of the ways God speaks to me and helps me deepen my walk with Him.

So lately I’ve been praying about my word for 2017, and I think I have it.  God has impressed upon me that I need patience.  Yech.  Patience.  Such a difficult word.  But the good news is that it’s a fruit of the spirit.  Galatians 5:22 “But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience…”  That means it’s already in place in my life, so all I have to do is appropriate it.

The other day, my husband pointed out to me that I really am not a very patient person.  That shocked me.  I thought I was.  Then I started really examining my heart, and I could sort of see his point.  When I press the button for my automatic garage door to go up, I don’t wait for it to be completely up before I start barreling through.  All clear means part-way up.  It’s my little game to see if I can avoid braking until I get totally inside to park.  Tommy thinks I tempt fate and will eventually scrape the top of my car.  So far so good though.

Then there are meetings at work.  After about 50 minutes or so, my leg starts shaking as I wait for the meeting to adjourn.  Time to move on.  Who can sit still for more than an hour?  Steve knows to wrap it up when he sees me start to fidget.  Is that impatience?  I think not.  It’s…um…productive?  Or impatient.

And sometimes on production day, people call me bossy.  It’s just that we need to get the show on the road.  It takes so long to do sound checks.  Why does the lighting always have to be altered?  Is that impatience?  Doug would say yes.  I call it efficiency.

Bananas?  I can’t wait for them to ripen.  I eat them green. My vegetables only need to be slightly cooked.  I like them crunchy.  I think that’s healthier…and tastier.  How is that impatient?

Nevertheless, I will submit to my husband’s whim.  I will work on patience.  I will make that my word for 2017.  You know what means though?  365 days to wait until I can get a new word.  I don’t know how that’s going to happen.  Ask me how it’s going on December 31.  By then I should be patient.  And hey, if you decide to pray about your word for 2017, please feel free to share it with me.  But hurry up…time’s a ticking.

Blessings,

Barbara Beck

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