Our first day of snow this year was on Christmas Eve and then it snowed even more on Christmas day. I don’t even like snow and I thought it was perfect. But, that was almost two weeks ago and I’m ready for it to be April now. I’m done with winter, and snow, and cold. I’m ready for my favorite season of spring to be here.
Tonight we went to the Olive Garden with a group of people. About 17 or 18 of us were seated around a couple of large tables pushed together. Everyone placed their order and we talked and waited. After about twenty minutes the usual bread sticks and salad had not yet made their appearance at the table.
I don’t like to wait. Patience is certainly a virtue, but I’m not sure I want to wait to learn it. I want all good things now. But, if I stop to think about it, do my actions reveal that I don’t like to wait? There seem to be some things I don’t mind waiting to happen. I’d rather wait and put off exercise until sometime more convenient. Afterall I’m sure some time in the future I will enjoy exercise much more than I do now. It seems I’d rather wait to learn self-control and instead go ahead and eat that third helping of dessert. I say I want to walk every moment with God, but how often am I willing to put those moments off until sometime later when it is more convenient and I feel more inclined to do it?
I think I need to join David in saying, “Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; On You I wait all the day.“ Psalm 25:5