Patience is a virtue. Something I’ve been told and recited my entire life.
Apparently it’s a virtue I still lack.
There is a time and a season for all things, and we don’t necessarily get to dictate when that time or season is and because of this particular truth it’s easy to jump on-board the pity wagon.
And nobody wants to be riding the pity wagon. Its unbelievablely uncomfortable and mighty miserable. I should know I was just on it…
So, where does that leave us? It leaves us with the ability to react. We may not always be in control of when but we are always in control of how we wait and what we do while we wait. Mind blowing right?
I have had an injury that’s going on 8 years and it’s still not healed, did I in ever in my wildest dreams imagine it would still be crippling me? Stealing away dreams that I had as a youth? Nope, not in the slightest. Yet, here I am a hundred doctor appointments later and I’m seemingly no closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Did I throw in the emotional towel? I sure did, as a matter of fact I threw it and then lit it on fire and watched it burn to ashes…. A few times. Luckily, I happen to keep spares. So I’m back. I’m back to face my reality that I don’t get to control everything.
Does it make me sad… Yes BUT that doesn’t give me the excuse to throw away everything I do have.
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but, the reality is I have a lot to be grateful for. There is a lot that I can focus my energy on until the doctors figure out how to fix me, because who knows when that will be.
Time spent not being bitter is time well spent.
I don’t always get it right, but I know the truthfulness of how our reactions either drive our happiness or our misery.
One day at a time. One simple day at a time can keep our hope alive and life is so much more fulfilling when there is hope involved.
At the end of the day it’s not how long we wait. It’s how we wait.