Be Patient With Me

I’m not a very patient person—just ask the Amazon driver who delivers my wants and needs the very next day! Insert awkward laugh here.

I’ve never loved the phrase “be patient with me,” because if you say you’re going to do something… then just do it. Simple, right?

Recently, I caught myself feeling frustrated and asking the questions no one really wants to say out loud: How many chances are we actually supposed to give people? How long should we wait for someone to follow through before we finally give up and move on?

And right in the middle of my irritation, I felt God whisper to my heart: “How many chances did I give you? How long did I wait for you?”

Oof. Okay, Lord. Point taken.

The truth is, God has poured more patience and grace into my life than I could ever deserve. He waited for my heart to soften. He waited for my obedience to mature. He waited for my faith to grow. If He’s been that patient with me, surely I can offer a little more grace to the people around me.

His patience toward me becomes the patience He asks me to extend outward. When we are patient with others, we are mirroring His heart—reflecting the same love He so freely gives.

So today, I’m choosing grace and I’m choosing patience.

But I’m still a work in progress.

So… be patient with me.