The tension was building from the
middle of my back, up to my shoulders, into the back of my neck, and finally
back down my shoulders into my arms. My hands aggressively squeezed the
steering wheel to the point of feeling like it was going to snap in half.
Releasing one hand, I pulled back my whole arm as if I was drawing back the
string of a bow, then releasing the pent-up energy at full force I slammed my
fist into the center of the steering wheel, pile driving the horn almost into obliteration. “GO!” I shouted…the stop light had been green
for almost a full second before the car ahead of me finally started to move,
and then proceeded to go only 10 miles per hour over the speed limit. I have
unlimited patience for many things. For
instance, I’ll wait full seconds, minutes, hours, all day, and sometimes days to
get a glimpse of a whitetail deer, to feel the heavy tug on a fishing pole, or
just to see another spectacular sunrise. I’m just not patient for others,
especially when I’m running late.
Two years ago, we planted a pear
tree in our backyard. The purpose of the tree is to help support pollinators,
add pretty flowers in the spring, and maybe even produce some fruit. Other than looking like a scrawny tree, it didn’t
bear many results that first year. I was
okay with that because I heard it usually takes three years or more for a tree
to produce much of anything. This is the second year and it has already shown its
delicate little white flowers - about four weeks went by from sight of the
first bud until full bloom, and it was well worth the wait. Now, I’m patiently waiting to see what it
will look like next spring and the years that follow.
Lamentations 3: 25-26 The Lord is
good to those who wait for him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait
quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
