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Coffee for Your Heart - Patience



Today I am joining Holley Gerth's blog for  Coffee for Your Heart and the subject is
"A Small thing that makes a Big Difference is..."
Patience....

That was my first response...and dare I even name that as a small thing? It really is no small thing...but it is the choice in most of our small moments....the choice of patience....

Don't we all hear ourselves say the words... "My patience was tried when..."
or that common used "Don't ever pray for patience..."
or that resigned, "I'm not a patient person"....

You know we all can say that...in our sprinting world its hard to remember back to when neighbors like my grandparents sat on their front porch in the afternoon shade...swatting flies, musing on the weather...and listening to the insect symphonies..watching birds alight and take flight from tree to tree...rose and peony gaze...drink in time....
It is true...our fast paced life has primed the pump of our souls...to go down and up and down and up...over and over again...to produce more, be more, get more done...and all the time faster...
And in all this going...we have forgot what Patience is ...its value....

I"m doing a love study with a friend of mine and something that hit me about the Love Chapter in
 1 Corinthians 13 is the key component that patience plays in love...

The first adjective used to define Love for us in this chapter is... "Love is patient"...in fact the other positive of what Love looks like is...Love is Kind...then Paul goes on to say what Love is not and follows up the definition with a summary
"It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres"

Hmmm... sounds like a lot of patience going on here...a lot of "always"...and a double patience punch as the crescendo ...it always perseveres
Really I've thought of Patience like a virtue...right?  like something noble I need more of in my life...or like some Puritan's daughters' name...
Faith, Charity, Prudence, and Patience all dressed in black following somber 
Father Solomon clad in shoe buckles and black Pilgrims hat...
You know I've never really pondered what part patience plays in love...
But really?  Patience will be that small choice to wait...to swallow the words...to refuse to say "Come on, hurry up" to kids who are just enjoying what it means to march to the beat of childhood...
Patience its that seemingly small daily choice that makes all the difference and ushers Love and relaxed and refreshed hearts into our presence...
To not become antsy when in traffic, or always speeding to one locale to another...and always grabbing for the next stage or phase of life...
But to enter in to this phase of my life and do so gladly using Patience as the door that unlocks More Love into my life...
Patience makes Grace Space and forms bridges of closeness in difficult situations…
Who doesn't want to be around a Patient Woman? 
And when I say, "I'm not a patient person..." am I really saying "I am not a loving person..."?
Patience ...its one of Loves' small choices that makes all the difference


Could I walk more Patient and cradle some Hearts today...offer some quiet strength today?

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