Coffee and God: Patience

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Hey all!

It’s the last Sunday of the month, and today patience is on my heart.

I’m notoriously impatient. For example, my oldest daughter is learning to drive, and when she’s driving, I’ll tell her to speed up if I think she’s going too slow. Part of my impatience is that there’s just too much to do in my world and not enough time. Furthermore, I hate wasting time. As I age, I’m extremely cognizant of the fact that my time is limited here on the earth, so I have to make the most of it and not waste it. Look at what Jesus accomplished — all by the age of 33!

I sometimes feel the pressure of accomplishing things in my life. However, most of this is from myself. I have a lot of goals in my life and achieving them is top priority.

However, looking back on my life this past year, I’ve realized I’m achieved a lot — all because God was patient with me. I have a job that I like. I am physically where I need to be (although my weight is not where I want it). I am spiritually calm and growing. Mentally and emotionally, I’m in a good place. I can’t complain financially. My kids are growing rapidly, so I’m full-blow into the teenage years and all that that brings. My extended family is doing well — no major illnesses. Life is just truckin’ along — all in God’s patient plan.

So where are you seeing God’s patience in your life and where do you need God’s patience?

The Anatomy of Rejection

I touched on this briefly last post.  It’s not that I get my feelings hurt when I receive a reject on my labor of love (my novel).

It’s this:  I want something so bad and I hold so many expectations and hopes that when I do get rejected, it’s not personal or a reflection of me.  It doesn’t hurt my ego or anything.  It’s a deflation of my dreams and expectations and the knowledge that there is still plenty of work to do.  It also is a lesson in patience (not my strong point by any means).  I have to wait longer to see my book in print, to see my dreams materialize, to hold my work in my hands and watch others enjoy what I’ve created.

I want it now is what it comes down to and a rejection signals, “Nope, not now but later.”

I know that my novel is good.  I know in my heart it is God’s work and it is meant to be shared to help others cope in this world.  I know that.  It’s just frustrating when I can’t seem to get that across to others.

No one said this was easy or life was easy.  What fun would that be?

I pray I get an agent soon.  I pray I get a publisher soon.  I pray my husband gets a job soon.  I pray we move to where I want to live and not to some hole-in-the-earth place where a job happens to be.  I pray my kids get accepted to schools where I can feel comfortable sending them to, where I won’t have to homeschool them the rest of their lives, where they can have friends and the whole school experience.  I pray these burdens on my heart are lifted.

I miss my old town.  I miss my old church.  I miss my friends.  My kids miss their friends.  Hell, I even miss my old house.

Do the trials of life ever end?